Poet’s United Midweek Motif : books
Life is like a stream
Of concurrent stories;
It is strange though.
We only find ourselves embedded
In one of these stories
Long after it has started.
Only in the middle
Do we realise that it is in progress,
That we are within it.
Day one of a new story
Is only ever seen in hindsight.
But the last day, that is different.
Sometimes the story end abruptly; by us.
Or by others.
Sometimes it is tossed on the floor
Sometimes the book is closed reluctantly;
So precious and yet finished. The end.
Sometimes it is closed slowly,
As we reflect on what it said to us.
Whatever we make of it
Each book can only be read once.
And as we ponder stories past,
We suddenly realise that another one started
Some time ago.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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