The Book of Words

A book does not speak, yet inside her there are words.

Black and white, obvious in the light.

When closed she is all glossy paper, pictures, a title.

Hidden by bindings, meaningless trappings.

Her silence fools all those who gaze upon her.
A quiet lover, humbly unlike any other.
The cover she hides within misleads vacuous eyes.
Worn and in disrepair, yet printed with such care.

Inside are the words waiting, wanting, to be read.
With a casual glance, you pass by instead.

Author's Note

There have been times I pick up a book just 'cause and start to read, and been totally blown away. Either due to a misleading title or a drab cover, I never would have read it, but by chance I stumble on a treasure. I think some people are like that.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Some people are like these books, worn and torn, tattered and ragged on the outside but inside.... oh the treasure one can find if they only take the time to see........Beautiful write!

[Pale Rose]

So very true! Thanks for the review! :)