Pages that pulled away from their commitment to be bound by its cover
I touched the book with great care holding my breath with each poem that passed me by
The fragrance of yesterday took me to a place I never knew before a place well before my time the scent of that olde book was delicious
There was no challenge in its read for beyond those darken pages the words were fresh and clear
Age may have changed its pages but it had not tampered with its message
I took a book from my home library sat down and fell in love with Robert Browning…❤
BY THE FIRESIDE
The forest had done it
there they stood
We caught for a moment the powers at play
They had mingled us so
For once and good
Their work was done
We might go or stay
They relapsed to their accent mood.
ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND
It cannot change the love still kept for Her
More than if such a picture I prefer
Passing a day with, to a room’s bare side
The painted form takes nothing she possessed
Yet, while the Titan’s Venus lies at rest
A man looks.
You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!
But brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings
Ere I know it – next moment I dance at the King’s!
THE POETICAL WORKS
ROBERT BROWNING 1872
I heard it whistle at me – the tea kettle that is – so I closed its cover with a smile
Touched his energy with both of my hands a simple tingle left behind upon my palms that began to slide right down to my toes
I felt a need to give him a very big hard hug – a squeeze – one of those you cannot break free of most deserving may I add after all look at what he just gave to me in his words
But I realized just in time about his most fragile state
So a gentle caress I decided to give him sweet and memorable before I set him down on my nightstand right next to my bed till I romance with him once again tonight