Smelling Books

[billy]

come on guys you can do better than this. why does it make you feel this way. what part of the poem affects you. stop with the one liners. /admin

Great poem. Makes me want to go to the closest used bookstore and savor the flavor!

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good attempt , some things that might help with an edit. cut down the wordiness. i've gave a few suggestions look at the other lines, can the same be done with them without losing the theme of the poem?

thanks for the read.

Here's a poem I wrote about smelling books, because I like smelling books. They smell so good.


Smelling Books
                Standing in the isle of a book store, sheltered between shelves, the 2nd part of the sentence feels redundant. a suggestion would be [sheltered in the isle...]
                I slide a slick covered novel from its nesting place cozy among the others. [from its cosy nesting place] we can assume the place is full of books, and no need for bad syntax.
                Smoothly, it slips into my palms.
I cradle it like a lost treasure in a dragon’s lair. feels a bit wordy, a suggestion [lost treasure from a dragon's lair] move from simile to out and out metaphor.
Slinking out of the prying eyes of passersby, I stroke the shiny cover
feeling the raised type of its title beneath my finger tips.

Slowly, gently, I open the book to its middle and eye the crease
where the pages join in the binding.
Peering in, I hesitate. Not yet, I tell myself.
Savor the flavor.
My thumbs run along the edge of the pages
and flick through them, creating book-scented wind.

That’s it, I tell myself, practically drooling
all over the unsullied pages.
It’s time.
Forcing the book open to that middle once again,
I dive into its dark crevice, inhaling deeply.
The earthy, musty scent washes over my body.
Goose flesh raises the hairs on my arms.
Getting my fix of book scent, my knees tremble,
a light, floating feeling fills my brain as I leave the ground,
leaving everyone else behind me.