The Dance

“The problem with books is that they end. A book lets you choose how much of the blood you want to see. A book gives you the permission to see the story as you want, as your mind directs.” Caroline Kepnes, an American writer.

Sadly, books come to an end. Having read, at least you weren’t binging on fast-paced drivel on a large screen while couch potato-ing.

Grisly blood? I had enough of that as a medical examiner in another life 50 years ago. It can be sickening to view the same horrific splatter again in my old age in vivid, HD color.

When reading I visualize the story idyllically (I dyd spell that right) in my mind’s eye. With poetry, I can sweeten the book excursions.

James Broughton, the late American poet, sensed this about verse: “For me, prose walks, poetry dances. I’d rather dance and so appreciate poetic prose.