This was published on line by The Ghazal Page in August, 2010 as part of its Book Challenge.
Searching for a book to read is but a way to find a part of me.
Not always do I know which part but still it must be part of me.
I prefer a book that speaks to me of nature, birds, some mystery.
Some things I will never do. Blame my age or another part of me.
My imagination is a film maker, my eyes are telescopes.
My inner ears can multiply the sounds – the stage a part of me.
When the story is dull or even most exciting –– I take a pause.
Not impatient am I to read more –– after all it’s a part of me.
I fail to understand the meaning of all the books lining my walls.
What is it that I want in reading a book that is a part of me?
Now at last there is only one lingering question for me to ask.
What other book can I find that is not already a part of me?
- Ben Gieske, June 3, 2010
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nice.