I picked up a book,
I opened it,
In I strode.
Now,
Nobody can find me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was a poem I wrote last year but it came to mind when I read a poem about getting lost in a book yesterday.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write Gold. Know what you mean. I don't re-read many books. I've got one at the moment though. Some long words in it, but not hippo-wotsit! I mean hippo.... you know it!
Thanks Orchi.
Oohh let's go to the Bodleian Library (Oxford UK). It's got 7 million books I think. Should take us 5 minutes to read them all then.
Oxford is only about 45 minutes drive from where I live, I also went to college in Oxford back in the days of manuscript and quills.
You read about 6 and half million of those books already then?!
'Fraid not, I got lost in the first one I picked up!
But have we read millions of books, being ourselves millions of years old?!
A superb short piece - and so true. In a bizarre way it puts me in mind of Rachel Whiteread's Holocaust monument in Vienna - a library without books - I've just written a poem about her work.
Thank you Michael.
I do not know Rachel Whitereads monument, I will have to look her up.
I am lost in a book everyday , I relate !
It is so easy, thank you WL.
I have been lost inside one a few times myself, so comfy there. I know exactly what you mean.
Great place to be, thank you LG.
Nice visual to go with your poem! Your poem reminds me how I feel when I read. (okay I use a kindle!) Good one!
Books are books no matter how they are read, thanks Christina.
THANKS ANDY ~ I am the ultimate Bibliophile and Angela often "finds me" LOST IN A BOOK ! Love the visual ~ thanks for editing ! BRIAN
Thank you Brian.
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