I can hear it like a gental swerve of cold wind sweeping along the side of the house I like the shadows cast on the books leaning by the nightstand. There isn't a voice from the authors; just a scratching sound of interests uninitiated- Mine. And to me, the novel stays closed in my hands. Bookmarks lost in the binding of life not imitating art. On a single piece of paper the world can lie flat, and from one corner to the other someone could be listening, and someone could be storytelling, Its all in invisible ink written in the womb. Literature is never reborn but is consantly reinventing itself in audiable sounds- like the scratching and medaling clamor of a qiuet evening pushing against the side of a house.
no...this is definitely NOT just a poem...it's a wonderful poem full of imagery and imagination, without a doubt your finest imho. great phrases like "Bookmarks lost in the binding of life", the image of the word/mind as a sheet, ideas "pushing against the side of a house."...wonderful. ;-)
RedexNorthumberland, England UKJun 16, 2010
JUST a wonderful poem from start to end. constantly reinventing itself all just great
ChristopherAllen - I became lost in the essence of your poem...beautiful writing!
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKJun 17, 2010
Amazingly skillful, masterful write, evocative, deep, amazing imagery. The last sentence reminds me of TS Elliott The Wasteland and you cannot get a better compliment from me than that.
NeverEndingStoryChesterfield, Derbyshire, England UKJun 17, 2010
Wow! Simply fantastic. On a single piece of paper the world can lie flat and from one corner to the other someone could be listening. Just brilliant, loved it
ChristopherAllenOPJacksonville, North Carolina USAJun 19, 2010
Thank you
misscherylxocalifornia city, California USAJul 20, 2010
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in the binding of life", the image of the word/mind as a sheet, ideas "pushing against
the side of a house."...wonderful. ;-)