"Voracious"

My friend wrote this:

Voracious


She doesn't write anymore,
just devours books like souls
eats the characters
swallowing down traits
and thoughts.


Voracious,
she is consuming entire lives
one word at a time.

One thing that I am reading into it (no pun intended!) is the idea of doing that I've been exploring lately.

I think I have been much like the "she" in this poem. Reading/observing/reflecting a whole lot, one word/thought/idea at a time, but then not doing any thing with it, just moving on to read/observe/reflect on the next morsel of information.

It was cool to see this idea in a poem, and a really good one at that!