Reblog – Reading to live by ESP

And this is why I love WORDS!!! This poet has clearly articulated what words do to and for us crazy writers/poets/authors AND readers. Enjoy the flow and the truth in this piece. 🙂

ESP rambles...

Like a moth
that finds its flame,
like a lover
in the sweethearts lane,
I read with rapture,
every book that I can.

Every word tells me
that once I am done,
nothing, not even I,
would remain the same.

Every story, and every poem
infects me, contaminates my soul,
and with each a part of me is lost,
in every book I can hear the call,
to let go, to perish and be born again.

It’s not just words
that characters are made of,
but bits and pieces
of me bring them to life,
every image I provide
completes the metaphors,
that the poet had left
unfinished out of strife.

Like a moth that
is now part of the flame,
like a lover ignoring
the world is called insane,
I lose track, become the book,
to discover myself again.

Some fret over life,
the universe and a lack of…

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Confession Time

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I’m feeling a bit guilty lately. And cranky about it. Forgive me for what I am about to say. Please.

There are so many writers I follow, but I’m falling behind in reading them. Know that I wish I could spend more time doing exactly that. But life, commitments, goals, and other passions are pulling me at me always. Sadly, there are only 24-hour days, and I have to prioritize those things which require self-preservation, devote the correct amount of time to those things which have deadlines, and choose wisely where I spend my free time. This leaves me with little time for reading every post on every single blog I follow. I’m sorry.

Know that I will as much as I can when I physically have the time to do so. And when I do and have liked a piece, it’s because it has struck a chord in me. I may not always comment, though, if I have a lot of pieces I’d like to read. You are all precious to me, and your words and thoughts inspire me, thrill me, and even make me laugh appropriately! I do most certainly miss spending as much time on your blogs as I previously did.

Am I forgiven?

Confessions Of A Book Aficionado


sweet birdies quartet
delightful awakening
a smile escapes me

coffee is brewing
yummy breakfast awaits me
sunday, reading day

true crime story first
one book down, now another
this time poetry

reading all morning
it is time for a long nap
woke up ravenous

finished a big lunch
much more reading to be done
trying for three more

a restful sunday
weekend sadly over now
work again monday


The Last Chapter


The exquisite tales spun
come to a close once again.
Leaving adventure behind
and me, in agony.

A pause in the decadence,
excitement and joy.
Left hanging in the abyss
after the final scene.

Oh, but the good stories
last forever though,
revived again and again.
These treasures never die.

May the next threshold
open up a tasteful selection
to fill my needs and desires.
I’m looking for a classic.



Feeling full
of stuff to do
things to read
thoughts to write
and falling behind

Pressured and agitated
need to step back
and organize
my normal life cycle
trying to prioritize

I hope my friends
will understand
it’s not you but me
Took on a big chunk
and catching up

Busy and isolated
stuck more in my head
than is necessary
for my health
and recognizing it

Seems I’m not the only one