photo credits: s1.favim.com
barely visible
letters adorn
dusted yellowing
parchment
as stitches are
divorced
from fraying binders
and
leather bound covers
are held by
fragile
pleated hands
read by waxen glow
his eyes
opaque
he struggles
words of writers
embodied
past times
treasures
as grandmother’s necklace
handed down
feelings etched
from another mind
another vision
penned
with quill
from brighter
eyes
unaware who may
read
whose hands will touch
the ink or
turn
the page
words of love…
philosophy
poetry
pain
a writers life once lived
sharing
deepest thoughts
to be read
again
and again
don’t shut the book
forever wondering
what knowledge beauty
joy
is held
blow off the dust
read what is written
so that you may
learn
to close the book
shall only
close your mind
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Miriam from http://anotherwanderingsoul.wordpress.com/2013/06/05/my-pages/ and I have once again written a piece from a photo that Miriam has chosen. We then post our pieces at the same time (or near enough) not knowing what the other has written. Please go and see her contribution.
Ramblings From A Mum 