A word on a line

joined with many and more,

a story to tell

from behind a closed door.


A line on a page

and a paragraph to make,

from a thoughtful sage

to the ones who forsake.


A page in a book

telling tales short and tall,

just have a quick look,

hear the whispering call.


A book on a shelf,

many dusty old tomes,

a wealth of words

from across quiet rooms.


A history in words,

telling sad tales of pain;

of battles and bloodshed

and tears shed in vain.


Tyrants and demons

live within the short lines,

telling tales of tomorrow

and the end of our times.


Words of science;

of nature and light;

of suns, stars

and comets so bright.


Pages of magic;

of mystery and prose;

of light and laughter

and faces aglow.


A library of life

in unending rhymes,

of joyous love

and wonderful times.


A letter, a word,

a line or a page,

thoughts laid down

across eons of age.




Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2014.

Revised 24th September 2015.

© 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.


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