I’m participating in NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). I’m writing a poem a day for the month of April and posting it here on my blog to share. Go to NaPoWriMo.net for more details and to view many more participating poets.
Sorrow of a Finished Book
Is the most sorrowful moment the last word of the last line of the last page in that old friend whose spine is worn and pages wrinkled from your fingering, whose musty smell has become a part of you through those stolen moments reading in poor light or under covers to finish one more chapter before drifting off; one more page, not sure if you’re dreaming in earnest or still drifting in those pages?
Or is it the finality of that moment you close the back cover to be slapped back into the grey, dreary mediocrity of the real world. The cold strict lines of street and stone contrast so to the brilliance of description, the vivid pictures painted, so real, but so much more than real, the images that came to life while immersed within those pages?
View my NaPoWriMo 2023 page for all poems I’ve written for National Poetry Writing Month.
An expanded version of this poem was published on Vocal.media in a poetry competition: The Most Sorrowful Moment