(Poem 349 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Between the covers
so many worlds
unfold into beautiful
realities where she
can be anything or
anyone or nothing
but a concept
or a rhythm
or a sound
that inflates the silence
with pulsating
life on the verge
of one final breath
before the universe flings
itself into new voids
so she can invent
something new.

@Home Studio – 349th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Book Girl photos to accompany my poem: