A Book
A book
is a doorway
from this world
to another.
How strange
to close the pages
and find myself
here.
Happy Day 12 of National Poetry Month.
See you tomorrow,
Liz
A book
is a doorway
from this world
to another.
How strange
to close the pages
and find myself
here.
Happy Day 12 of National Poetry Month.
See you tomorrow,
Liz
I know that feeling! Startling, isn’t it? It happens sometimes walking out of a movie theater, too.
I also get it when we turn off the music from Hamilton. That music sucks me right in.
I’m trying to catch up with reading some of the posts, and can’t ever pass by a poem about a book. Love the ending Liz.
Thanks, Linda. I know, National Poetry Month is exhausting!