The Curator (shhhh...)

The Curator (shhhh...)

A Poem by Joel M Frye

shopworn covers, brittle pages,
faded, handled carelessly -
dime-store dreams locked up for ages
in the musty library.

risks untaken, words unspoken
stacked in cornered memories
beside the shelves that hold the broken
spines of bound-up fantasies.

© 2011 Joel M Frye


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~ "dime-store dreams" and "the broken spines of bound-up fantasies" ~ are those startling poetic expressions that make one wake up from a deep slumber and notice the impact of the poetically amazing... thank you... :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Love this poem! So clean in style for a musty subject!

Posted 13 Years Ago


love this...nothing better than a musty library for an afternoon of wonderful discovery :) excellent!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is fabulous!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Joel M Frye

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