Poetry prompt: A book you’ve been meaning to read — forever.
The Dream
An Ode to the Unread Books
Beyond their enticing cover,
New books find me everywhere,
Sadly most will remain unread,
Some even unopened and untouched,
Yet they mean so much.
Hope is one day I shall,
Find their hidden truths,
I might not ever get to them,
The dream nonetheless persists,
Of being feted, desired, and loved.
Thank you, Lucy The Eggcademic (she/her) for this reading prompt. As always, I am not sure I attempted the prompt right. I routinely have way too many books waiting to be read. To name one would feel like a betrayal of all others — hence my ode to all unread books everywhere in this attempt :). And to everyone reading this: Happy reading!
Also, for inspiration of books to read, check out: