Vellichor

This is a definition from a book by an author (whose name I have misplaced), sent by a fellow book-lover. The definition was so poetic in nature that I am calling it a ‘found poem’. Sometimes I stumble across things like this: a bit of writing that, with some editing and re-formatting and a few additions, is better than anything I can produce. So, call it today’s poem..


 Vellichor   

The strange wistfulness of
a dusty bookstore,  
infused with the passage of time itself;
filtered light illuminating
thousands of old books
unattainable in the time allotted,
each locked in its own era,
bound, dated, papered over like ancient rooms
sequestered years ago:
a hidden annex littered with thoughts
abandoned intact
on the sunstruck morning   
of their capture.