Trios of Syllables

Trios of Syllables

A Poem by Andrew John

He gave me three books,
such a gift,
those clean leaves of poems,
that trio.

I rarely read books,
though given
three prizes, that trio:
cherished gems.

They sit on the shelf,
not handled,
a gift from a friend,
that trio.

They hold such a place,
just right there,
the top of that trio᾽s
loved bookcase.

Those poems span centuries,
so many.
A measure of treasure -
and pleasure.

I do wish he᾽d call
to see me,
ask me to savour
this trio.

(2 Aug 2023)

© 2023 Andrew John

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I have so many poetry books. I am thinking here, the three in your poem are treasured and on display, yet you do not read them. I do understand though, you would much rather have a visit from the friend who gifted them to you. My grandfather introduced me to poetry. I certainly would cherish a visit from him, even in dreams. A poignant write Andrew. All the best.


Posted 3 Months Ago

Andrew John

3 Months Ago

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Chris. Best wishes to you, too.

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Added on August 2, 2023
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