I Read Nothing
On my snazzy e-book reader
I load volumes by the score
fantasy and tomes of how-to
poems, fiction and memoir
books of travel and adventure
wondrous places to explore!
Have collected them for years now
by the hundreds three or four.
But what’s starting to amaze me
despite all these books galore
is my reader isn’t getting fat
and weighs not one ounce more!
Is my reader full of nothing
is it real—my large book store
this that occupies for hours
with best sellers and encore,
where I’ve always one more book to read
not bookless as before?
You can have your softback novels
over heavy hardbacks pore
sniff the ink, caress the vellum
hound of paperback hardcore.
Of my weightless nothing e-books
I’m a fan forevermore!
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
Oh dear do I hear a collective groan on seeing another NOTHING poem? Sorry about that. But all the nothing poems read in the past few weeks hatched ideas for more. This one I couldn’t resist.
And please know that I am not trying to provoke a dust-up between paper and e-book loyalists. This is written tongue-in-cheek.
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Tricia at Miss Rumphius Effect where the welcome mat is out. Drop by for links to all kinds of delectable poetic fare.