Sometimes

 

Sometimes

I don't read things properly.

It's like looking at someone askance.


At others, I'll not understand, but

Read, read and read one hundred times.


Once I got a book out of the library consecutively for near on a year until

The librarian smiled at last and said

You must really like this book

But I just shook my head.

Gave it back next week



No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Wishes - a thought experiment on grief

Y ou must be specific with wishes.  A genie has already spent one hour paying close attention to the details of a special teddy bear whose f...

  • Epilogue
    Jolie Laide There she hangs, his masterpiece and her own, Immortalised in paint, painted over until, A finished moment masks all tha...
  • What she had become - a beginning
      Her beating heart, so tired now, nerves worn thin with worrying, Her legs, led her, running on empty, to the place where she could rest ; ...