MA POEM

[Luna Heiler & Ayer]

The Book
By Luna in le realz life

The dark
The room
The candle, I held it

So I looked
I listened
I stood, in awe

I stepped into the dark room,
empty all but the endless shelves of books,
I sniffed the air and savored the aroma of the aging volumes

The ambiance
The scent
The silence- foreboding or anticipation?

So I walked
I stopped
I stared, for it was a sight to see

I walked father into the great room,
empty all for the shelves of books,
I sniffed the air- Savoring the aroma of the aging volumes

The wonder
The bliss
The awe, as my eyes beheld the books

So I basked
I breathed
I anticipated, what kind of treasure would I find?

Standing before the tall, sturdy shelf
I felt an overwhelming sense of reverence for the tales and thoughts
Contained only by the pages bound and held aloft

The adoration
The anticipation
The extolment at the crop of volumes

So I searched
I sought
I grinned, for my eyes had found such a gem

I saw the thick, old book
It was high on the dusty shelf
it looked utterly untouched



The excitement
the yearning
The elation, what did such a book contain?

So I grabbed
I opened
I read with ravenous thirst

Oh the joy of being inspired
Sparked by those ancient verbose musings
I read until the sun creeped up

The light
The fatigue
The overriding joviality, mirth and exuberance

So I stopped
I closed
I stood
I walked
I turned
I stared
I smelled
I shut
I left
I smiled wide, for every moment had been worth a world of bliss

[REDKITEBAIT]

I like this! The story's good and for the most part the rhythm is what brings this poem alive, though there was just one thing that irked me:

"I walked father into the great room, empty all for the shelves of books,
I sniffed the air-
Savoring the aroma of the aging volumes"

The length of the first line in this is a little too long with how the rythm goes, and in my opnion you should copy how you did it for the first 'chorus', so it would look like this:

"I walked farther into the great room,
Empty all but the endless shelves of books,
I sniffed the air, savouring the aroma of aging volumes"