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A Book
by Anita MacThere's something about
giving up on the day early,
even knowing
such resignation only
secures its continuation
until I can safely
lock myself away
in my little one-bedroom
with my cat.
But at least people are nicer,
my face being what it is.
04/12/2008 Author's Note: The kind you buy for pre-schoolers, at that.
Posted on 04/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/15/08 at 10:58 PM I like how this is packed with wisdom and irony for such a short poem. Well done; adds to favourites. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/16/08 at 10:17 PM this makes me want to disappear for a few days in a pile of books |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/18/08 at 12:42 AM there is something about escaping into a book, i understand exactly what your saying |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/24/08 at 02:54 AM . charlie |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/24/08 at 02:58 AM ...anita, i was left wordless after reading this and being taken on a wonderful ride of metaphor and barbara's memory is right-on w/ mine, it wasn't until after college that i found the love for/of reading...such a void is filled by alone-time, to love our cats, dogs, books, inner self...etc...including your face looking out at me looking in...do you know guile? charlie |
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