Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Reliability of Books ~ A Love Poem

When I can no longer have you 
I spread your books beside me in bed
sleeping with pages your fingers have turned
sleeping with words well-loved by you.
It is a small consolation for your absence 
for the nearness of your body next to mine 
I pull a book to me in the dark 
not knowing its title 
spread it like palms across my body
feel it move with my breath 
make it pulse like my heartbeat.
Books have filled these empty spaces before 
I know the pleasure of their reliability
awaiting your return.

18 comments:

  1. awww...its hard to be away from the one you love...and knowing their fingers have at least touched these pages....i like the spreading them like palms...oo la...smiles.

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  2. This is so lovely, Margie...I guess your words give new meaning to "curling-up in bed with a good book" :]

    The photo is a wonderful touch~

    Hugs,
    Jan

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  3. I find great compassion within that poem, but I also feel that poem bringing me almost into tears for those who no longer have their loved one by their side, nonetheless I think that poem is beautiful.

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  4. Margie - the passion, depth, love and strength of your words are known and felt as your loving heart, soul and spirit gives all.
    Love Gail
    peace.....

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  5. My hubby travels for work so frequently (has for years) that I know exactly the comfort of a familiar thing like a book...especially the books we love and re-read. Beautiful, Margie.

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  6. Margie, you ARE a "book-worm"...
    This writing touches the soul of everyone who reads.

    Were is wishing he be home SOOOON!
    Meanwhile....PEACE and LIGHT!

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  7. I have a relative who has been unable to read books since her sight changed last November, and this post reminded me of her love for reading. It is really a gift, Margie! So nice to stop by and catch up...

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  8. Margie, you made my heart melt! Beautiful my friend!
    I see you are visiting Jan's blog ;o) She is a sweetheart like you!
    Hugs ;o)

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  9. How beautiful this is! I feel it not only as one missing a mate/love who is away, but also one missing a loved one who has passed. Those are the most poignant books to hold, the ones once held by people who have gone.....

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  10. Oh angel this is extraordinary like the most beautiful love poem...

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  11. Oh the agony of separation...you have expressed it so perfectly here...and the books your loved one has touched, now the only link with him...brings me out in goosebumps.
    Amazing poem, Margie!
    Simply amazing xx

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  12. A beautiful poem, Margie, said so much to me. And thank you for your kind support. Carole.

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  13. Margie,

    You have written the ultimate love-poem. Absolutely beautiful with its deeply felt sentiment, and thus the loss of touch when separated. You have something very special Margie. Blessed in fact:)
    Best wishes,
    Eileen

    Margie, thank you so much for your visits to my Blogs and for your thoughful comments written. Much appreciated:)

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  14. My compliments. 1st-time visitor to your site. I've written poetry over 50 years and know what is genuine, well-crafted and sincere. You say incomparable things incomparably well. Joining.

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  15. Books as a temporary 'substitute' for the absent beloved.
    Interesting and romantic theme.

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  16. These lines are so romantic Margie. Love that photo too.
    Thank you so much for your kind words on my blog.
    Wishing you a great week.
    Susan

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  17. You are quite a poet! this is beautiful.

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Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker