Stories of Unfinished Books

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 27, 2017

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Submitted: October 27, 2017



He pauses. Thinking. Wrist under chin.

He’s written some chapters. But He pauses yet again.

He’s held his pen since the dawn of time,

Shed ink and spew adventures.

Greatest Author we’ve ever known - he never stops,

Wiggling his pen with moon’s light to guide and sun’s shine for life.


Yet today he pauses.

Unbeknownst to all, he pauses every so often,

Abandoning a book or two.

Dear me, loyal reader, could only wait.

A fresh sheet drawn,

Eyes wide with anticipation.


There he goes… but none but a sigh.

Placed beside Him on a wooden bench.

In gardens, by beaches, in the sun and in the cold.

With sad longing eyes He leaves,

Thin soft papers left by a Thick ruffled book,

Knowledge weaving through its binds and jealousy for stares.


Now, all unfinished books could only wish for,

Is that it wouldn’t rain.


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