~Prime Once More~

Dust billowed off the pages of a book that hadn't been read in more than a hundred years.
The words gave birth to objects that were, at one time, only ink.
The skeleton that lay before the book - waiting patiently for this day - felt that the time to live again was growing near.
It stood as tall as it ever had in life, waiting to embrace its memories of restoration.
It grasped the corners of the table firmly, raising its head toward the warped ceiling of the decaying house.
Gold light burst out from within the old leather bound book, filling the darkness between brittle bones and rotten wood.
Flesh began to stretch across its renewed frame.
Paint rose in thick clouds from the the wooden floors, to rush for the walls and show them who they once were.
Nothing was dead.
All was in its prime once more.
Things that had never touched this world, finally had their chance to.
The young man released his grip from the corners of the table, looking about the room with a smile.
His eyes welled with tears.
He lifted the black, leatherbound book and held it by his side.
He walked with fantasies, that only he could imagine, out through the stained glass front door of a home that shined as an equal to the most beautiful stars.
 

Reviews

[J.Black]

Hmm this was actually pretty decent.
I love how I could picture everything perfectly, so very nice details and descriptive.

I loved the lines:
"He walked with fantasies, that only he could imagine, out through the stained glass front door of a home that shined as an equal to the most beautiful stars."
- Talk about a powerful ending!

Overall, good work Keep it up!

[Lora King]

I liked this a lot, very vivid and beautifully put... thank you for sharing and excellent job... :-)

[T.W. Early]

You nailed the details and vividness a great poem needs. This scene completely unfolded before my eyes.

[Michael Jarrell]

I really liked this. Not exactly sure what it is supposed to "mean", but it really spoke to me and i'll tell you why...

I have so many books sitting around that I started and never finished. They are literally collecting dust... and I'm not sure why I lost interest in all of them. This poem makes me feel guilty about that... haha

[Lindsey]

wow. this is a truly amazing picture you have given the world and I love the way it's all togeather.