Trios of Syllables

He gave me three books,

such a gift,

those clean leaves of poems,

that trio.

I rarely read books,

though given

three prizes, that trio:

cherished gems.

They sit on the shelf,

not handled,

a gift from a friend,

that trio.

They hold such a place,

just right there,

the top of that trio᾽s

loved bookcase.

Those poems span centuries,

so many.

A measure of treasure -

and pleasure.

I do wish he᾽d call

to see me,

ask me to savour

this trio.

(2 Aug 2023)

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I have so many poetry books. I am thinking here, the three in your poem are treasured and on display, yet you do not read them. I do understand though, you would much rather have a visit from the friend who gifted them to you. My grandfather introduced me to poetry. I certainly would cherish a visit from him, even in dreams. A poignant write Andrew. All the best.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Chris. Best wishes to you, too.