The crumpled scent
of pages in a book
is the incense of escape.
I can sit at the throne of words
and life feels less urgent
with imagination’s release.
Worry must keep its silence;
pain cease its agitation;
time hood its blood wink.
The crumpled scent of pages
lifts me from the quicksand
why taunts me to cross.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Comments
Yes, reading works for me-allowing me to escape my reality, for a bit~ I hope you get some much needed rest~
This was so well done!
well written
gracias
the quicksand why taunts me to cross.
There is always that element to tempt one into breaking some rules! It is good to try if it is not detrimental to oneself! Well penned Susie!
Hank