New Book, Old Friend
There is a happy nostalgia
In turning that first page.
Imbibing the scent of
Ink on paper, a smell
That is transportive,
Redolent of decades.
Past now presented
Again, a joyous anticipation.
An expectant journey.
A new book, an old friend.
The shy youth,
Teen, unseen,
Introverted, yet
Befriended by the words
Of a stranger, welcomed
Into an imagined world.
Embraced by a cast
Of characters and imbued
With emotion and landscape.
A new book, an old friend.
Eyes close as
Newly read scenes
Replay in your mind.
Word and sentence cascade
Into memories and the
Images are imprinted,
Indelible, ineradicable.
A time of new gifts
Presented page by page.
A new book, an old friend.
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On #WorldBookDay a new #poem
New Book, Old Friend
For everyone who senses that tingle of excitement as they embark on the journey of starting a new book & recalls the same feeling when they were a (in my case) shy, introverted, anxious child or teen.
Photo: A selection of books I have written.
