The Book…and what it holds

The Book...and what it holds
The Book…and what it holds

They live in expectation,
a portentous waiting; if only a random gaze,
to consider what lay in potential,
what scripts life has scribed to imbue a soul,
all within these lined worlds of black and white;
minds sold for pennies, hearts given in hope,
that a smile as broad as sun,
may find in understanding, intentions
that first begun with a single thought,
a well-founded word of note.

Dust adorns these monoliths of minds surrender,
their yearning from every single page,
and so they abide their place, in silent grace,
fulfilled within themselves, awaiting recognition,
and a mind to open wide, let their soothing flow abide,
and bring the joy of human thought, now shared;
if only it were easy, to bring a soul to reap,
words lost to intention,
to an unrequited love, just a moment away,
if only a hand would reach out,
everything would change.

Upon a shelf, books render a million thoughts,
each once precise in eloquent style to arrest a soul,
and they wait so patiently, unerringly serene,
for someone to open their covered dream
and test those waters deep,
and each single covered work
the potential of a minds ascension,
if only for their brief attention,
there would be words dancing tonight,
and a mind that once knew a soul
who wrote upon the stars to know who we are.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

2 thoughts on “The Book…and what it holds

  • August 11, 2017 at 12:29 PM

    This is such a wonderful dedication to books, Tony.
    “they wait so patiently, unerringly serene,
    for someone to open their covered dream
    and test those waters deep,”

    I reach out a hand often, to bring the joy of reading and wisdom to my self. The books I choose are treasured gifts and well read. I so enjoyed reading this inspirational poem of yours. Thank you. Take care.

  • August 11, 2017 at 5:57 PM

    Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis, about books, the playing field of a writer. Take care.


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