The Booklover's Dilemma

Matthew R. Callies

A hardcover gleams like treasure,
stitched spine, a sovereign throne—
but the price demands a ransom
fit for kings, not readers’ homes.

A paperback rests humbly,
light enough to tag along;
yet its corners bruise and crumple,
its proud back breaks before too long.

The ebook beams from nothing,
a ghost behind a glassy wall—
words without the wooden whisper
of a shelf or paper’s drawl.

So I stand before three portals
and grumble, choosing just one door:
gold too dear, dust too fragile,
and a phantom I can’t adore.

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  • sorenbarrett

    I have prized books since I could read and have many leather bound gold embossed classics the paperbacks I read and throw away. Not yet gotten to E books for the vary reason you cite. A lovely poem so well worded and metered a definite fave



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