O tome filled with all the answers,
sit squarely at the center of my desk.
Bask in sunlight, precious text!
Let it warm your sage pages.
I lift you gently, feel your heft,
angle you carefully, as if somehow
your words could pour out
onto the ground and be lost.
I see you and know that I
am in a phase of learning.
I hear my teacher’s voice
exhorting me to open you.
But what of beauty? What of
the uncracked spine you wear?
Dare I disturb the silvery veneer
of dust built up over months
of reverence? Dare I wipe away
such a badge of grace and majesty?
I do not. You will stay perfect
and pristine, placed just so
upon my desk, a monument
to $149 well spent.
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Rook Poetry 
oh, i have many such textbooks as well, all pristine on my desk!! love this
Wonderful piece! And I wouldn’t dare either. 😉
Congratulations on being featured! Your ode to the textbook brought back memories of sitting by the window of a sunny classroom with a new textbook, which is why I love these lines:
‘But what of beauty? What of
the uncracked spine you wear?
Dare I disturb the silvery veneer
of dust built up over months
of reverence?’
Your standards are something to be aspired to – brilliant writing
“You will stay perfect / and pristine, placed just so / upon my desk, a monument/ to $149 well spent.” Just fantastic, you really are putting out consistently incredible work!