This prepossessing young lad–
A bibliophage bubbling, a logophile longing,
For words for him were a splendiferous, sybaritic symphony.
His love for the word written or spoken
Found its delight
In terpsichorean splendor.
Soul dancing down the aisles of a bookstore,
The salubrious air of fresh pages turning,
Awakening the hope of another salutary journey.
Into an unputdownable collection of words,
The finishing of which,
The finishing of him of which,
Would give him something to kvell about.
His soul finally experiencing a fullness of redintegration,
Only to awaken the next morning ready to be satiated again.
Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 01/08/2016
I wrote this poem this morning after accepting the challenge to write a poem using the 7 most previous http://www.dictionary.com words of the day (WOTD) from Saturday-Friday (01/02/2015-01/08/2015). It was fun!
The poem was handcrafted in my brand new MOLESKINE soft cover ruled notebook-my first piece of writing in this most thoughtful Christmas gift from my awesome wife :).