The Reader

January 17, 2018 · by · in Poetry · 8 Comments

On the park bench is an absorbed reader
He is bespectacled and lean, with a long floppy fringe
The book is open on his lap, his eyes glide from side to side as he reads
His back is lightly straight, lips vicariously curled into a soft smile

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8 comments

  1. Chronosfer · · Reply→

    and the book opens up your imaginary and doors and windows and it makes a living on every facing page. and each one is always a fresh start.

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    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      Thanks, Fer.

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  2. Ancient Skies · · Reply→

    Beautiful.

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    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      🙂 thanks, Nico.

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  3. poetryandchocolate · · Reply→

    Beautiful description!

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    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      Thank you, Soriah.

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      1. poetryandchocolate · · Reply→

        You’re welcome, dear!

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      2. poetryandchocolate · · Reply→

        Thank you!<3

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