Once upon a time,
I would prance across
paperbacks and
swing beside envy on
the tips of whirl-pooled
letters,

Nice openning for the poem, revising memories of the past.

we would sigh as
the spaces between seconds
would slip into an affair
with hourglass sand -
a scandal we would
visit daily and never
fully recover from.

The precipitates of any scandal as a result of an affair can't be easily forgettable and can leave harmful memories.

When the last page
called it a day and
the sun peeked through
yawning blindfolds,
I would flap my pillowcase
with leftover sighs,
prepared for a
dream of you to
tumble out.

Yearnig with desire of the unforgettable memories makes us wish the dream repeated several times.

This poem is so touching and every reader would insist it not ending upto this point. The events are so enchanting and enticing.
Insightful write.

Memories.... =)

I love the concept of this...and the title...I always get drawn to a paperback book, rather than hardback, something about the feel of the pages in my hands, just makes me feel content...hardbacks are just too heavy...

It was a poem that holds much of what as writers we cherish, we write so much and read into so much, and dream about so much that we find ourselves lost in transition, we become embedded in our own words, our thoughts and the the thoughts and words of others...and when we fall into that spiral of writers block, everything becomes difficult to explain,

Love and Life is such like that, and it can tear us apart but for some, it can be a learning journey, a curve in the road, and we can get back to those days, that feeling of comfort, contentment.

You wrote something that speaks dear to my heart, past, and memories and those feelings...

I love this, added to my favourites and nominated first thing Monday!
xxxx

Great theme, and your style is always a pleasure to read

First of all, I really adore your word choice. Everything you picked has a purpose, and there are certain phrases that put a new image across my mind for me to ponder like - "whirl-pooled letters", "yawning blindfolds", and "tumble out absentmindedly".

I love the relationship you define with your books, almost like a cherished, memorable moment that is precious and all together can't be shared with anyone else. As much as I like owning sturdy, hardcover books, some of the first books of certain series I have are paperbacks.... I know my Twilight book from the seventh grade has a bit of wrinkled pages, and the front cover is turned a bit, but that's what makes it special. It's been everywhere with me. Like others too. I love the ability to hold it in your hand and be able to mold it in a way you know? Wherever you're at...

"we would sigh as
the spaces between seconds
would slip into an affair
with quicksand - "

- Love this intimate moment, how we want time itself to stop and like it even feels that way when living words, not just reading them. This also makes me think maybe you are stuck with words, you can't seem to live in reality or find a logical way to explain it.

"When the last page
called it a day and
the sun peeked through
yawning blindfolds,
I would flap my pillowcase
with leftover sighs,
prepared for a
dream of you to
tumble out absentmindedly."

- Such a peaceful image I get here! I have definitely spent a whole day in the summer before finishing a book, there is something of an accomplishment felt when I can do this before nighttime. I like the playfulness of the sun, a reminder that soon will be the time for dreams. Such a sweet ending, like the memory will come alive again through those words and dreams.

Beautiful, so much in between the lines I feel! I really enjoyed this write, especially your style, this flows wonderfully.

You blew my mind with piece Hannah! You always seem to have the best ideas and thats why your pieces are always memorable!

Loved the theme, and the word coice, and the emotions. But its your storytelling that always amazes me.

Loved it <3
xxx

I love this! It has beautiful wording and beautiful imagery.

Hannah this is fantastic! romance novels have a way of taking you to another place, time, and era. A good read can pull the reader into the moment.

The opening is beautiful, it made me think of times when I have read late into the night and how I would sometimes glance out my bedroom window and see the moon dancing in the night skies.

I love how described the emotions that the story causes, like when you speaking of sighing and being pulling in like quicksand collects it's victims.

Your writing style is captivating and you have a way of drawing the readers into your writes, which is truly magical.

Great ending as well, because when you read such novels you find yourself taking on those characters in your dream. Honestly sometime we can't wait to fall to sleep so we'll have that opportunity to create our own ending.

Hannah this is definitely one of my favorite poems by you, I totally can relate.

Simply captivating...AL

Awww i LOVE this poem i really do my favorite of all favorite stanza of all was the first one it really is beautiful the detail you put in the stanza really made the image beautiful upon the mind also it's just wonderful how you made it first person i can't never make mine first person and this beautifully at best it's good not perfect like yours! :) wonderful job keep penning 5/5 oh and i nominated the poem

An affair
with quicksand -
an hourglass scandal
we would visit daily
and never fully recover from.

wow..what a poem hannah..
Write few more gems like this.

We would sigh as
the spaces between seconds
would slip into an affair
with hourglass sand -
a scandal we would
visit daily and never
fully recover from.

I love this , the spaces between seconds
Really is amazing to think about that , using the word
Affair made this stanza so strong ...
A scandal of time is what I got from this.

The whole piece was amazing you really do
Capture poetry and make it your own.

The concept is very good and the depiction is wonderful. Although, the concept is not unique but your depiction really is... the last stanza completes the poem in a great way. Enjoyed it!

Do you have any darker poems? I love the wording the flow of your writing, and I am slightly craving a little more dark and dreary from you.

Do you have any darker poems? I love the wording the flow of your writing, and I am slightly craving a little more dark and dreary from you.

Heavenly Hannah, Bravo!!!

This is lovely. The poem, concept, style, everything about it. I have a lot of catching up on commenting to do, but I will say I clicked on this mainly because of the title, which is great. Simple, but it's like, hey click on me.
Uh anyway...

Once upon a twilight,
I would prance across
paperbacks and
swing beside envy on
the tips of whirl-pooled
letters,

^ I love this, it's a beautiful opening. It took me to a weird state of nostalgia, bringing back memories. I've only had that happen by listening to a song, but it's a really cool feeling and made me feel the need to comment. (My minds been terribly distracted today so if this is all over the place, I apologize.) Your use of words is enchanting, as far a creating imagery goes.

we would sigh as
the spaces between seconds
would slip into an affair
with quicksand -
an hourglass scandal
we would visit daily
and never fully recover from.

^ This stanza is brilliant. The description of losing track of time/losing time is very interesting. And the words you use are very appealing.

When the last page
called it a day and
the sun peeked through
yawning blindfolds,
I would flap my pillowcase
with leftover sighs,
prepared for a
dream of you to
tumble out absentmindedly.

^ Again, brilliant. (the only word floating around in my mind). The imagery here is great. I miss the days where I could enjoy a novel into the early morning, growing up kind of sucks.

If I've already said this, I'm sorry. But I've really really missed reading your poetry. It's incredible, every single line seems to have a story of it's own in a sense. And I can never manage to get what I'm feeling into words.

Judging Comment Weekly contest May 27, 2013

Brevity! this poem is one of those that leaves me wondering how did the poet came up with it? It has great imagery and also one of those topics that many can relate to.
You know, I prefer hardcover books for school's books because I fear making the paperbacks wrinkle or to tear the cover off. But for novels I prefer the paperbacks. What I enjoyed the most about the poem is the first stanza and the last one. The first one starts with an introduction of someone reading at night and the last one ends with someone falling asleep after finishing reading. See the poem sounds way better than what I just said and implants an image to the reader. Well done