Medium

Bound leather volume
cracked open, pored
over and into my mind,
yellowed pages
cut apart with a knife,
letters impressed
on the paper, imbued
with ink. The spark
of another’s thought
is handed me
through intervening
centuries.

Slim black case,
white screen,
thousands of souls
rise to my fingertips.
I choose one
pure voice, untainted
by time, touch
to turn the page.
Whisper of a friend.

—-
(I was tempted to add “and I don’t sneeze” to the second stanza. 😀 )

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3 thoughts on “Medium

  1. Matt
    excellently expressed
    I do struggle with my kindle
    it doesnt smell or feel the way…

    hope all is well with you:)

  2. I can smell that dust…and book dust has a special scent. Still, those yellowed pages hold a special magic that the white screen can never attain.

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