Wrinkled and stained,
Torn and tatter.
A page’s value is not in appearance,
But in bright, eye-catching content
The sad sorrows of Emily,
An albatross upon the neck,
Each detail colorfully expressed
In the flat confines of linen.
To admiration! To love! To matrimony!
To sin. To silence. To shame.
To the best of times,
And to the worst of times.
Transportation to a new world,
Bursting with life, with color
Like splattering paint
On a blank canvas.
Those blind to artistry, to change,
Whose fingers run across the page,
Each bump ugly, never beautiful
Not a color, but a blemish.
A marble rolling through
The maze of the mind,
Decoding word after word
The puzzles from this life and next.
Vivid wisdom blooms inside,
Though a rose may wilt
On the skin.