Roses and books, two of my favorite things. To compare them seems an oddity, yet I never tire of the endless variety of each. Nor of receiving or giving either one and in slightly different but similar ways I receive the same amount of pleasure, although perhaps with a bit of uniqueness to each.
Roses are wonderful to behold and to touch. And although the bloom fades quickly the memory of the fragrance and delicate beauty lasts ~ until the next one. As the bud of a rose slowly unfolds it’s blossoms just so a book unfolds its story through the pages. And at the conclusion of the book, the memory lasts ~ until the next one.
ROSE PETALS, BOOK PAGES
Creation of nature, Creation of man
I partake of your glory
whenever I can
fragrance of flower
touch of written word
rose petals, book pages
nothing to share
rose petals, book pages
yet both are there
mine for the pleasure
mine for the ages
I revel in your wonders
rose petals, book pages
Hoping everyone’s week has started off well!
This week’s literary quote prompt: “I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!”~ Jane Austen (Pride & Prejudice)
“Lost in the pleasure of a well written book”
Books (of the hold in your hands and turn the pages kind) are special to me. There’s a quality unique to the printed word on paper not to be found in today’s electronic readers. Disparity, clear and obvious to a book lover. One format meant as a convenience – a temporary reading experience. The other packaged in a form to become a permanence – an addition to who you are.
Apart from physical substance and texture, often enhancing the reading experience, the very act of picking up a book and opening it makes, for me, the reading process more personal. After reading, favored books reside on bookshelves acquiring a sense of an addition to family and friends. Your favorite authors, your favorite stories, your books of learning and literature repose near at hand for a return visit when so desired.
I wonder if books that are now electronic applications will eventually replace all the hardback and paperback books? I hope not. The me that is a reader, hopes not. The me that revels in each new book I acquire, hopes not. Books fill me up with all those things that I might otherwise miss.
less than one would wish for
a new emptiness
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Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,
Whether you are a dedicated writer or an avid reader, it is passion that moves you.
For the writer it is the longing to write, his or her passion – to embrace the muse. For the reader of the written word, their desire – to be passionately moved by the words in some manner.
The following prose is a dedication to those who love to read and write, for it is a truth; you cannot truly have one without the other.
Passions From Within
There is that … in your words,
exciting passions from within.
Ethereal and gentle they provoke
a lingering, craving, longing, intensity
from the reader.
Your words move, readers slide into your words
lulled senses alive.
Honed words are your tools to be shaped.
Passion ignites –
endless and enduring from the written word.
Your passion for writing … to be shared with the reader.
Penny L Howe
… Is this! How wonderfully glorious! This was filmed at the public library in Valladolid and the unsuspecting patrons kind of got their minds blown. Very cool! Hallelujah singing. The song is sung with such heart. We are humanity! We do all belong together!
I hope you enjoyed,
Photograph by Barb W. Beacham copyright © 2014
Grandpa’s Collection of Company
Little did we know that Grandpa was a collector. He’d never shown any inclination to collect anything of any kind. The few old vehicles out in the barn were there only because when one would stop running, it was easier to leave it parked and go get another one that did. When my sister suggested we visit Grandpa one weekend, I must admit neither one of us were prepared for what we would find.
Even though it had been a fairly long time since our last visit, we decided to surprise him one weekend by dropping in unexpectedly. When we arrived he was surprised but seemed happy to see us. We were invited in, and then couldn’t believe what we found inside.
There were books everywhere. Piles upon piles of them. Stacked in every conceivable place. I’m sure there had to be thousands of them.
“Grandpa” when did you start collecting books,” my sister asked. “And why?”
“A few years back,” he replied. “I get very few visitors, family being busy and all, so I decided that books would keep me company. They don’t leave or forget about me, so I’m never disappointed or alone.”
My sister and I had nothing to say.
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Hoping your Monday was a positive one for you and that your Tuesday will be even better.
It’s Sunday here in Northwest America and there is nothing, I’ll repeat this, nothing that can beat curling up in a comfortable spot with a good book. In my case, the more mysterious and filled with adventure the better! Can’t talk more, my book is waiting for me.
Have a wonderful and relaxing Sunday. Pick up a good book and read. It will do wonders for you, I promise!
With much affection and do remember to take care of you,
When I want to leave my worries behind, I lose myself by opening the pages and becoming immersed in a book. A good book!
I wish you good reading!