In the Margin Part 2
What I meant to say to you all those years ago.
I met them in the margin of a used book, next to difficult paragraphs and subtle thoughts.
A penciled question mark told me all I wanted to know ? about their mind.
If I gave this book to a friend, I would have to tell them, “The marks are not mine.
“They are the marks of a mind, grappling, stretching, struggling. In a word: reading.
“Though I will say I admire them for persevering with a book, with which they seem to disagree.
“When was the last time you read a book, whose message grated on you, ! and made you want to shut it?
“In this day in age, we put such stock in the cover in our hands and what it says about us.
“Maybe that is why, they put in those marks instead of giving up.
“In that case, I can't fault them. We do what we must to keep reading, when we know it is good for us.”
I suppose those marks in the margin, on the whole, though distracting, made me read deeper into a book
Which I was wont to accept without protest or criticism. Thank you, friend, ☺
For making my mind sharper. If we ever meet, I hope to return the favor.
I hope you enjoyed this “sequel” to my original short poem In the Margin. I have been reading a book of Robert Frost poems, and have come to really enjoy his deceptively simple dialogue. This was my attempt to adapt the technique, and I hope you liked it.
Send me a kind word or a cup of coffee:
Buy Me a Coffee | Listen to My Music | Listen to My Podcast | Follow Me on Mastodon | Read With Me on Bookwyrm