Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Of Ink and Paper Storms...


I love the feel of paper page
Between my fingers; parchment stage
Where centuries of old unfold
Or fantasies of future-age

I love the smell of books, old, new
I quite enjoy the smell of glue
And ink; the kind that makes you think
Or evokes a tear or two

I love the rush; word touching word
As sense of time and place is blurred
And I am he or they or she
In every emotion stirred

I love the sound of ocean-roar
The salt-breeze as it pounds the shore
Of Scotland cliffs; I love the tiffs
Twixt man and woman, rich or poor

 …when spun upon a paper form
A gale of ink can rouse a storm
I love the touch of books and such
The wind howls, cold; Venice is warm…

© Janet Martin

“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!