For Carol

Well, it's been two days since I've posted anything according to carol. So I will post something. Not sure what, maybe I have a poem that I wrote in class or something?
Anyways I am rather mad about the whole boarders closing down, or at least a lot of them. Why is it that people can't appreciate books as entertainment anymore. I am talking about the physical forms of books. Now that were talking about that I do remember a poem I wrote recently. There is some editing need to be done, but I am too lazy to critique it right now.

"Books"

she looked at me with her wide

brown eyes, full of luster

and age

and even wisdom from time

she spent breathing life

into the hearts of

those who love her

and she said to me

“look at this handy new

electronic book called an

e-reader that your grandfather got for me—

it’s so wonderful

you can flip pages with

just the press of a button

and it doesn’t cost much

for each book”

i smiled, glanced it over and

replied as my insides turned

to ash from the disgust of such an

object,

“grandma, i personally hate these

things—

they are so impersonal and not the same

i enjoy real books, you know,

the ones that you hold in your hands,

the ones you find at book stores

and libraries

and airports

i like to hold the book in

my hands, i like the feel of the rough

pages as my thumb and index finger

graze the edges ever so smoothly

as to not receive a cut

or to leave a rip,

to not ruin it and bend

the pages with folds

i like the feel of the book

when i hold it in my

hands like it’s a teddy bear

with enough power to

kill an entire nation—

a weapon of words

my sweet genocide

a book is a physical object

meant to be held,

meant for readers to be drawn into

like pictures on pages painted with

words

because the concrete book itself

is something that helps me

affiliate myself with the story,

i become one with the novel as

i engage my mind on adventures of

who killed whom?

and the apparition is staring at me through the mirror

and Frodo Baggins is my best friend

while Harry Potter is my idol

but electronically?

can I really associate myself and

become engaged so deeply

as I do with the book in

a physical form

each flip of the page

is another step into the novel

nearing the climax

as my heart races…

and those are called ‘page-turners’

not electronic-devise-page-scrollers

each page has a scent so unique

from anything else

I can’t even put it to words—

the smell draws me in,

as does the plot

and setting

and format

and feel of the pages

it’s the aroma that stains my

fingers like cigarettes do and fills

my nostrils with a sense

of a ‘guaranteed-page-turner.’

they will always be there for me

while electronics eventually die