Bookwyrm

 

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Here in opulent splendor I lie
On such a wonderful, lavish nest
That no mortal shall from me wrest
Though a thousand heroes dare try

For did they gather up this treasure dear?
Did they hunt down each precious book?
Scour through libraries or Dead Sea nooks?
Or wait patiently for a new release each year?

No! T’was I that braved the world
I that raided pyramids and monasteries
And infiltrated Alexandria’s Great Library
So on my scrolls and books I’ll stay curled

Now I patiently order my prizes online
E-books, audio, hardbacks; they’re all mine.

Written for dVerse.

 

 

The Dryad

The dryad awakens carefree
With blossoms that herald spring
Spilling down the crabapple tree
While above that golden orb hotly rings
Around and around the earth
But these branches deep in bloom,
With buds peeking out in new birth,
Provide a shady, heavenly room

Written for dVerse.

Catching the Train

Photo by Derek Story on Unsplash

 

It might seem an easy commute
But, if I may, I beg to offer refute
Though the train is always waiting
The station is often dissipating
Though I travel no further than my mind
The station can be difficult to find!
Sometimes there in the garden it lies
Bright and scintillating; an easy prize
At other times it remains invisible
Rending my efforts to spot it risible.
For sometimes it lurks at the hardware store
Or out of sight in an old stubborn drawer
I glimpsed it once atop a falling feather
But rumble away in sunnier weather
And yet, just when I’ve given up
It alights on the rim of a buttercup
I do not hesitate when I meet the station
Indeed, I leap into the train of imagination!

 

 

Written for dVerse