The Unreadable Book

Here lies a book
whose cover can't be read -
well maybe sometimes,
depending on its theme.
Today it's all about drama
and grandiose statements.

Oh how I weep
and lose myself
in the tragedy
till I discover
that's not my genre.

Comedy extraordinaire
floods my imagination.
Such stinging wit
that the cutting words
are worth it.

Have my attention
for all the intrigue
you surround me with.
I'll flick through the pages
before I wonder whether
I've been duped.

Is this the real story?
All the chapters
of this young author
are out of order.

Pages missing
The contents strewn
across a timeline
blurred by fiction and fact
glued together.

This book that never
really reveals itself
doesn't know that I love it
at any price.

What a wierd conversaton to be having with yourself!

Interesting on a scale above all others but also lower at the same time hmmm...

I know this is a metaphor for something else. But what?
Let me ponder this one for a little while.

i like it. just like a young person, who may be impetuous and hiding vulnerabilities.

I like the 3rd stanza especially.

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Originally Posted by cogs

i like it. just like a young person, who may be impetuous and hiding vulnerabilities.

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Yay! Cogs gets the prize here :hurray:

Great stuff Delta I really enjoyed this intriquing piece!
I can just about figure out this book..haha.

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Originally Posted by cacian

Great stuff Delta I really enjoyed this intriquing piece!
I can just about figure out this book..haha.

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lol. Well when you do, can you let me know?

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Originally Posted by Delta40

lol. Well when you do, can you let me know?

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Oh, Delta, is there any wonder why I admire you so? The line above is great.
When somebody asked Robert Browning what he meant in one of his poems he said, "When I first wrote it, only God and I knew what it meant. Now only God knows."

I am not sure what to say since I won't be able to bring anything really constructive to the table (my knowledge of poems is non-existent). I just know I liked it :).

Thanks Ricmisc. Your post says more than enough!

I'm guessing a variation on the Book of Sand

Interesting Delta

When I got to the two penultimate stanzas I thought to myself "hmm, he must've been reading William Burroughs lately too!" I actually love the playful, self-aware ambiguity in this piece. It reads like an autobiographical metaphor subtly becoming something much more blurred, obscure, and fictional, which, perhaps unintentionally, seems to mirror the process being described! That last stanza is just extraordinary... it reminds me of that wonderful trick that Wordsworth pulled in Simon Lee where the last stanza provokes one to go back and reread the whole piece as it seems to have miraculously changed the tone and meaning of what came before.

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Originally Posted by AuntShecky

When somebody asked Robert Browning what he meant in one of his poems he said, "When I first wrote it, only God and I knew what it meant. Now only God knows."

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I also like Vera Pavlova's: "How do I feel about people who do not understand my poetry? I understand them."