Written
On the pages
Written on the pages
The words of history
The real fact and fiction
Intrigue and mystery.
Books hold the contents.
That keeps me satisfied.
Written in prose or rhyme
The status quo is classified.
I lie back and turn the pages.
I caress with my fingertips.
The tactile fulfilment
It eclipses the beauty of the scripts.
Pages hold anticipation
The author moves the plot.
Into a web of mystery
Every word they jot
I love a book I can reach out to
And take it in my hands.
And turn pages one by one.
They meet my sensuous demands.
Pages are the chronicles.
Of how I’ve lived my life
The way I get things off my mind.
A tune played on my fife.
I turn the words of destiny.
Written on the pages
Down the line on the spine
Follows me through the ages
©
David Rudder
2022
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