Ode to a deckle edge
I swear I'm not drunk. Just in a weird mood. So I apologize in advance. But not really... THIS IS MY BLOG! I DO WHAT I WANT!
Deckle, thou are lovelier than a mere straight edge,
asymmetry that takes my breath away.
Thy crinkly edges are a sight to behold, rough and satisfying.
The sensation as my finger flit over your uneven surface.
Leave me feeling gratified in my very being.
When I view thee sitting upon a shelf, everything in me cries out
and I know that I must possess you with all my soul.
Your feathery planes, harkening back to a simpler time.
Ghosts of readers gone past.
Others may disagree, but you will always set my heart a-flutter.
Take THAT Grecian urn!