Where I Close My Book

Where I close this book the place I mark

Where shut, every trace of where I've been is gone     

Yet, when I put aside all this thought awhile

Still it lives, the intriguing thing, the pearl

In a place it marks its own within my heart 

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight

Part 2, ‘The Placemark Poems,’ # 2

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Sacred Isle

A book is like a sacred isle:

It briefly isolates my life

With an inner freeing peace

Unique to me

It keeps me in its keep:

It well insulates my heart

With a moat around my joy

An invisible sea

Its pages form a speaking rock

That impacts the mind it anchors

With a message from its plot

Its leaves unlock

A book is like a charted isle:

Interpreting my soul

With the intercepting knowledge     

Its enchanting lines decode                             

                             

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 7

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project