Mind's Journey

A poem about the journey the mind takes when reading a book.

Beneath lines,

In secret,

Through mass pages unhidden,

Lies truths untold to all

But one.

In a book,

The story is told

To you

Only.

Your tale is what

Your mind finds

When read.

 

Who thinks of reading

As a chore

For the mind?

A straining process through eyes

Untold,

Untelling?

The same who reads and lets go

Of light, sugared stories

Not meant for digesting.

The stories in a book

Are meant for consuming.

 

A book should be read�"

Really read�"

Slowly, carefully,

Freely.

A book is a lozenge,

Meant to be sucked and savored

Until all of its flavor has been soaked in 

Deeply,

Forever within its host.

A book should be chewed up

Like a fresh piece of long-lasting gum.

Not spat out like a seed

From the loneliest sunflower.

 

A book is whatever it is

And wherever it takes you.

The story is the same

But different to each

Beholder.

It speaks to consciousness,

Unfolding when pages are turned.

Where will you be?

Where will it take you?

Questions lining the path

Of the mind’s journey:

A book.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

A creative way to address this topic... the fluidity and the story line reads just as the title intended this to be... A book is the life-blood of all things possible within one that holds the pen... This verse rings true...

[Elise Pehrson]

Thanks :) Yes I agree

[Sami Khalil]

"Beneath lines,

In secret,

Through mass pages unhidden,

Lies truths untold to all

But one.

In a book,"
A wonderful poem. I like those lines a lot...:)

[Elise Pehrson]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)