Friday, July 8, 2011

Reading 2.0


The books I read now float within a cloud
which once a score of wooden shelves endowed.
The one I choose comes down to be e-inked,
bypassing bookstores soon to be extinct.

At least the type can now be grown to ease
my aging eyes — and no more wasted trees!
But still I muse the day when books were felt,
and how the binding glue and pages smelt.




placed in Poets United Thursday Think Tank #56: Reading


5 comments:

  1. Eileen T O'Neill .....July 8, 2011 at 1:06 PM

    Hello Philip,

    I acknowledge the influence of 'the cloud' and paperless bookcases. However as with the words in your poem, I love the smell of a freshly opened book!

    Eileen

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 8, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    Yes, I dont think a Kindle will ever feel the same to me as the joy of a book in my hands. Life's greatest pleasure, walking out of a bookstore with two or three meaty tomes. Loved this poem.

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  3. Poetic SoulJuly 8, 2011 at 4:35 PM

    I love this, perfectly writtenI love this, perfectly written

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  4. EllaJuly 11, 2011 at 10:40 PM

    Ooooh, I so love this! Ah, the pleasure of time worn pages and the scent! Wonderful! I loved it~

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  5. Lynette KillamJuly 12, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    Ah, yes...I have an eReader too, but I know my bookshelves will continue to fill up and be well perused! Taking in the scent and the feel of books is a special pleasure of its own...:)

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