faux leather bindings

 

 

~

 

Counting out change for a novel I’m buying,

picking a title that just went on sale

Turning the page where the margins are crying,

only to read of this heartbroken tale

 

Where is the chapter that speaks of forever,

in between lines that my love should have penned

Ink where eternal has now become never,

seems the last place one would look for pretend

 

What’s to believe about fictional findings,

words I once thought so incredibly true

Reaching “The End” in these faux leather bindings,

knowing the words come to mean, me and you

 

~

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Maybe the bookworm is a cupid. If only we could get a book for the change in our pocket anymore. Shhhh, your love is getting loud ... says the librarian.

[willweb]

I know what you mean but I am just happy we can still get books. I am sure that won't be around forever.
Thanks my friend.

[Lorry]

This brought to mind the title poem in Leonard Cohen's the book of longing, one of my favourite poems.
Your "the end" works similarly to his last line of "and this is the book."
He certainly wasn't a singer, but he was a poet!

[willweb]

Hey thanks, I will take that as a huge compliment. I appreciate your time my friend.

[FGFRANKLIN]

This modern romantic piece reminded me of the Gordon Lightfoot song, "If You Could Read My Mind" "Just like a paperback novel, the kind that drugstores sell..." I think the true stoic hero of the story is the author here trying to keep his romance from becoming a tragedy. I enjoyed the read.

[willweb]

Sad to hear of his recent passing. Thanks for coming by Fabian and for reading my poem. I appreciate your time.

[FGFRANKLIN]

Yes, me too. He was such a wonderful talent. I enjoyed your poem.

[AYVID N]

I loved this poem for its romantic spirit and the vision of forever in love. The best chapters of forever perhaps just exist in our hearts. They'll never get written primarily because we don't have the apt words and also because few others believe in forever anymore.

[willweb]

I think you are right my friend. But, hopefully somewhere someone is thinking forever. Thank you Divya

[John the Baptist]

The greater part of the poem comes across as a negative critique of modern fiction, but the final line seems to reverse direction. Or am I reading it incorrectly?

[willweb]

Maybe the meaning wasn't as clear as I had hoped. Thank for reading though and leaving a nice comment.

[Neville]

I shall be brief sir .. this is absolutely superb. Neville

[willweb]

Thanks so much Neville

[Neville]

you are absolutely more than welcome sir

[light and ashes]

Sad and brilliant write..
I know who and what this is all about..and I think we all do..its obvious...but it has served you well.

100

[willweb]

Thanks so very much my friend. I am thrilled you read into this and enjoyed what you found.

[light and ashes]

You're welcome :)
You did an amazing job.

[Dave Brown]

"Faux leather bindings"
Of the gazillions of words you have daily painted, these are likely the three most linguistically comfortable I've read.
Wonderfully descriptive in these days of e-books and such

[willweb]

Thanks my friend. I guess there is no telling what someone will like. I am glad you liked this.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Some books would be better left unwritten, some loves are born to die. This reminds me of when I used to spend many a lunch hour at this old book store. I loved to make my way down to the basement, where the used hardback books were. It smelled of mold and dust, and I loved it. How many loves have died within those pages?

[willweb]

Thanks my sweet friend. Indeed some storiesare best left unwritten but there are those that don't have a happy ending but had a lot of happiness in the preceding chapters. As well, I know what you mean about the musty smeel of a bookstore basement...there is something magical about those old books that have been in other hands prior. Thank you again Linda

[Ken e Bujold]

Yes sir eeeeeee. A great poem. Title caught my eye, so i said got to read this one. What was i expecting?
well not this. but wow sir, a grand capture of the metaphor of what lies inside the reader and the read. touches all the bases.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ken. So what were you expecting?

[Ken e Bujold]

a dallas tickler ;)

[willweb]

Ha! : )