Books Are People Poem by Stephanie Dower
Books Are People
The floorboards creak beneath my feet.
And a hush hangs in the air.
You can smell the dust and old.
Shops like this are rare.
If you listen carefully,
You can hear the muffled snores,
Of every single sleeping book,
In the whole book store.
Gently open up a Tome
And watch it stretch and yawn.
The charming fellow's cover is scuffed,
And some of his pages are torn.
How can anyone say,
That books aren't people or a race?
I say books are people,
Why else have they spines and a face?
Very cute I. wrote a poem called Library.nice personification of bookish charactors.Another ten.
I've read them all a few times now, they are all beautifuly wonderful, hope you continue to grace these pages, thank you. John
You made me smile with this one, and transported me right into a secondhand bookstore I know well....you conjured up the atmosphere well.... jim
Metaphor and personification is exceptionally employed, Books are people for sure. Nice one.
Kay Staley said it best today. I will add my 'Amen' to everything she said!
cute imagery, immaculate story telling - lovely choice, thanks!
Wow. That's all that needs to be said, but since I'm in love with words, (who is to say that words are not also alive) I will say more. Very simple language, great rhyme scheme, great length (just long enough to get the readers attention and then drastically fade away) and a cute but sophisticated idea too. Very nice; I'm so glad that this poem got on the poem of the day.
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4/28/2024 6:01:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem with authoritative language and expression. Thanks for sharing.