Food For Thought by Kim BennettFood For Thought
I look behind me and I see
Dusty drapes
Tainted by the sun in late afternoons.
Forest colours backdrop knowledge on shelves.
A massive book stares half-open, sage-like,
At the burned out lightbulb above it,
Wishing to see a face filled with curiosity,
A student by nature
To flip its shredded and sickly pages.
And find a new word such as
Epanalepsis
An echo.
Information echoes throughout
The myriad of coarse and slick covers.
Between bumpy, torn, sun-burnt pages,
And hues of flames, jungles, and rivers
mixing together like the ultimate painting.
Swiped precisely to form the supreme brain stimulate.
Food for thought.
My eyes jump from title to title
With that same feeling of recognition
And shock when you realize youve missed that step
And youre about to come crashing to the ground.
But then another book catches me:
Reason Awake, sixth shelf up,
Subdued title, hiding behind its sunshine screen
When it should be screaming to be read.
Trailing my hand over titles and golden pages of
Emersons Self-Reliance and Other Essays
And all books that followed after it and before it,
I suddenly wished osmosis worked with words,
To suck in through curves and creases of my finger tips
Turn blue by blood,
As if needed more than oxygen.
Past my eyes and passion, a brilliant spark, to the mind
And then
Ah, Im full.
But maybe just one more.
02/01/2006
Author's Note: I had to write a poem for class about a library, or books. So I did.
Posted on 02/02/2006 Copyright © 2024 Kim Bennett
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/06 at 03:57 PM Stimulating read. I loved the last two lines. |
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 02/04/06 at 07:31 PM Kim, being a collector of books myself ... I truly love this poem. I can't get near a bookstore without going inside. Once I buy a book I can't part with it. And yes, those that I haven't read yet or may never get to ... I wish I could just look at their spines and have them fill up my head with their contects. Great read. Thanks. |
Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 02/05/06 at 04:00 AM Love the Emerson line. I've been reading him and Whitman as of late. This is a fantastic poem! I think I'm gonna read it again... |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/06/06 at 07:50 PM Enjoyed your writing here. Thanks for the read. |
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