The Book That I Need
Where the Books Hide
The book that I need,
Simplistically sound,
Is not in the stores –
Or shelves to be found.
The book that I need,
So beautifully drawn,
Spellbound by realms.
Beckoning pawns.
The book that I need,
Shares knowledge as deed,
Hides mysteries greater
Than lovers or thieves.
The book that I want,
I simply can’t find,
Too many bright covers –
Mess with my mind.
For this book that I need –
Once quick a catch,
A draw to the shelf,
Reach spines – with a stretch.
The book that I need,
Casts binding at glance,
Connecting at once,
Or denying the chance.
But the book that I want,
Is drowned in the sea,
of fresh BookTock spines,
Oh, what do I need?
About the Creator
ShardsofOrbs
I write stories and poems where the ordinary bends into the surreal — from quiet air and fleeting light to stranger, darker turns. Between stillness and spark, I chase moments that breathe and linger. The whispers might stay with you. :)
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