Some use bookmarks,
Some keep petals,
Some pencil marks,
In the pages of a book they love reading,
Yet they have to leave reading, incomplete,
To come back at another convenience of time,
And resume.
I had to leave too,
I just folded the corner of a page,
Just a light fold that would indicate
Where I had left!
Coming back as I resume reading,
I find a number of folds on many pages.
I had left just one light fold,
That was lost among the many!
Melbourne, Australia
27 February 2020
On reading the poem, I never guessed that it has such a profound layer of inner meaning! Yes, in our lives we leave some marks and retire to relax for a while. When we resume life once again in renewed enthusiasm, we find that others have left some marks in the tome of our life. Yes, our life is a book read not by us alone but by others also. In the course of their reading, they too leave some marks. So we cannot claim our life exclusively as our own. A great poem!
Dear Poet Valsa George, I am so delighted to have your objective critique on my poem! Thank you for the generous appraisal, appreciate dear friend!
Khairul, Thank goodness for the Poet's Notes, though i thought maybe others HAD, ..as you referred to later, ...read parts of the book and folded pages. BUT i was thinking of REAL BOOKS, I wonder what sort of marks I [and others] have made in life which they would rather not be remembered. hmm? bri ;)
@Bri Ed, Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment. Many leave their impressions in our lives! Some we can understand and interpret, others not.
A fine write on something that relates to us all. Everyone has done it at some point. There are so many lovely bookmarks when stuck I use a receipt. Rose petals are a wonderful idea and would leave fragrance.
'There are so many lovely bookmarks when stuck I use a receipt' - ha ha Lyn, I too do it! 'Rose petals are a wonderful idea and would leave fragrance.' - Yes, those were our teen age preferences. Thanks for reading my poem and leaving a thoughtful comment, @Lyn Paul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Muse of a book! ! Reading along like, Life's own journey. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for the comment, dear poet Edward Kofi Louis. Much appreciate!