Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day five is: “For today’s prompt, write a book-based poem. The poem could be focused on the actual story of a book or be written from the perspective of a character. Or any other interpretation you can devise.”

Progress

What happened to piles of books
on bedside tables
overflowing onto
floor flooding
onto carpet under
bed

What happened to shelves of books
lining walls
towering above
facing like paintings
colours blending on beckoning spines
worn

What happened is progress
piles of books becoming
lists in readers
shelves emulated in
electronic formats
but

You can read at night
without a light
until, at least,
the electricity goes out
and your battery
dies