Fantasy Forgotten

I love to get lost in a good book every now and then!!! I don't think I can deal with reality 24/7...LOL!!! This made me want to pick up that book I've been eyeballing for the last few days...xoxoxo

I could smell the books, Amanda! This was delicious!

Amanda, this trip through an old book reminds me of my childhood, reading old classics. Lovely poem!

Now, this is amazing...


"mildewed neglect"

"Coffee stained earmarked pages"

"geyser of thought"

"essence of fantasy"

"reality's bondage"


Tell me what we do with this kind of talent! Who but Amanda could bring us from "mildewed neglect" to "reality's bondage"...

Your talent keeps on flourishing, dear friend!

You have a unique and original use of words to express yourself Amanda.
This is a poem that speaks to many of us I think .Thankyou.lol

A double-whammy in that we are shown at once the wonder and lure of books, of thought, of creativity, of fantasy... and then the contrasting dive into fallow forgetfulness, inactivity or "arid" neglect. The narrator either wishes to retreat from the books (thought) themselves as pertaining to a hurtful reality, or it may be of more consequence the active moving away from the "bondage" entailed within that reality. A big difference. Great one Amanda.

I love this one, Amanda... reminds me that I have some books I've been putting off!

oh Amanda, why oh why did you have mention mildewed boxes ...
great verse, bad memories ...

Isn't it the best to just soak yourself in that other world? thanks for the great words and idea!

Time stops for us when we travel to the dusty daydreams of the past. I love this one!

Amanda, old books in particular do indeed allow us to experienceI'll cleanse myself of reality's bondage.

This is a lovely poem, easily worth 10 stars.

Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your amazing comments. Love to you all...

Bowing to honor your creativity and artistry, and speechless in the presence of your talent, I lay at your feet my offering of ten stars and share with you the half smile of quiet gratitude.
And having grown up around antique and second-hand bookstores, I must say that few aromas trigger such exquisite reactions as the scent of old and yellowed pages, and well-loved leather bindings.

amanda, this is wonderfully written and has a great sense of nostalgia for me. There is something about a good old book that supersedes the words inside and even the skill with which they were composed. There is a memory of the imagination that is sparked by specific books that completely envelopes the mind and sensual memory. I moved so often and was so unsettled in my 20's and early thirties that my books (my prized possessions) mostly remained in boxes. Collectively they comprised my largest and heaviest material asset. I still have boxes of books in the attic mostly from high school and college. Happily most of the good books, first editions, and other hardbacks have made it to the bookcases in the living room. Thanks for reminding us to admire the patina, fondle and smell the perfumed pages of the history of our imaginations every once in a while.

Thank you both so much. I too, have a powerful affinity for the scent and feel of a good book. Unfortunately I haven't had the focus to read for some time and miss it terribly but maybe your words will inspire.

And the drive by vindictive coward strikes again...

I love your poem, Amanda. Come to think of it, we should all take time out to cleanse ourselves of "reality's bondage" and bathe in the "essence of fantasy" as you put it. Thanks for the thought!

Well, I'll just have to drive by with a 10...I wish it could be more, my friend. This piece was a gift.

You boost my inspiration.

Wow! The words have so many images. Sort of wish you had more verses, but there are quite enough to paint several scenes.

Amanda... Words full of inspiration. The last line is your most inspired and could be my life's credo in so many ways and thru so many times:

"I'll cleanse myself of reality's bondage"

It intimately touches my mind and strengthens my gut.

"Stuck with untapped potential" Oh that is Such a perfect phrase! Reality is a nice place to visit, I just can't seem to stay there too long or I start going nuts.

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Well worth the wait since your last post. Another great piece from the geyser of incredible talent and intense thought. Thanks for opening our minds and hearts.

Just dropped by again to say I picked up that book last night that I've been putting off!!! Thanks for the inspiration:)

Wonderful feedback guys and gals! I appreciate and love you all! Good for you Deb

Absolutely gorgeous writing.

I feel this is one of your best poems, Amanda.

astounding...