Tuesday, November 22, 2011

BOOKS (Monday Poem)

by Mordicai Gerstein


Books!
All sizes, all colors,
whispering,
"Come inside!"
"Come inside!"
Printed words
are a mystery.
How can they be
full of sounds?
How can you
look at this page
and hear my voice?
Read this and see
a green parrot
with a
bright red head
and long
purple
tail
feathers.
Words can frighten.
Words can sing.
Words can tickle.
Words can sting.
Words show us
worlds
never seen before.
Read this
and see
golden waves
crash
on a crimson shore.
And don't forget . . .
books smell good
too.



from Dear Hot Dog by Mordicai Gerstein, 2011, Abrams

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