I saw this stack of old reference books and, since I love books, it made me sad.
I just had to take a pic and write a cinquain (5-line) poem about it.
I just had to take a pic and write a cinquain (5-line) poem about it.
Old Reference Books
by Janet Sobczyk, 2017ⓒ
Haphazard piles
decaying
stacked up
like plague victims
in a narrow pauper's grave.
Speaking of books, one of my poems, "Their Eyes" recently appeared in the anthology, Fine Lines Autumn 2017.
The poem is about eyes that speak volumes from the black and white photos
in newspaper obituary notices.
Speaking of books, one of my poems, "Their Eyes" recently appeared in the anthology, Fine Lines Autumn 2017.
The poem is about eyes that speak volumes from the black and white photos
in newspaper obituary notices.
