Calculative wright.. Ride on..

You know, whenever I read something new from you, I get inspired.. Your style, it's a killer. Love it, as always.

I got an old book
and spent some time
with it in my arms, cuddling it
making love with it.

^ I believe this opening is enticing in the first 3 lines, but in the 4th, I suggest you remove 'with it' and only say: cuddling it and making love. [that way, it would sound prettier because the way you repeated it killed the flow, somehow]

That dog-eared page made my mind still

^ WOW, I love this, so original: dog-eared page.. you mean when you fold the edge, it appears that way... mm.. interesting.

And this stanza, it's about reading this book and getting lost in its pages... maybe the thoughts in your head start to ripple your mind.

For some time a silent disheveled middle aged woman
searched for all those things she needed once more:
she was the only one who could rework the puzzle.
She started to read the poem shyly.
Words were shivering, getting bigger,
engulfing me.

^ This stanza is somehow vague. I mean in the general overview, not literally. I believe you're saying she is afraid of this piece she's going to read... I don't have a glimpse of why she is like this. (till now)

The universe had written a story which
I was compelled to live. The universe.
Calculating the distance that separated the woman
from the girl, I drank the poem, going back through
adulthood to flowers, seeds and idealism.

^ Ah... now the vision is clearer. As I can fathom, the poem she read gave her a feeling of separation from who she were (woman vs. girl). lovely. It must be a poem with a huge impact.

Unbuttoning my soul and in foetal position I was
in this heroic encounter.

^ You mean... you were a part of the story? but.. how? and what??? I'm dizzy, somehow :P Is the story... ah, I get it, somehow... the story is about your life!?

How briefly everything exists!

^ This is definitely a vague piece for me... a pm could help, though.

When I started reading a diary came to my mind.
I'm thinking that the book is your diary and that's why it's so precious. And reading it helps solve the puzzles or the why's things have happen. Sometimes we can't figure out why they happen because we are living it but if we put ourselves as spectators then it's easier. Thats how I understood this wonderful poem. I could be wrong.

Wow, that was definitely a very captivating write .. I too, was enticed by the first lines. . . I love it, it pulls me in right away and then I love how you words floww into a more deeper meaning throughout the poem, and the words do too get more deeper, It's an awesome poem Karla, nice work :)

Ya it is a amazing poem:)
I enjoyed reading it:)

Oh Karla this is so beautiful and lovely about something as simple as a book.
The idea of cuddling it and making love with it shows how connected you are with this old book of yours. There is history between the two of you. I love how you have personified the book in such a beautiful way.

When you mentioned that you were reading the poem shyly, I was wondering if this book was where you would write your old poems. I have one of those books and it's still in my cupboard. I read it every now and then.

A beautiful poem that I clearly enjoyed reading!!!

Inspiring as usual Karla : )

Well written Karla. I must say, i really enjoyed reading this, just the first alone made me realise that this is a great piece. I really liked how you introduced the whole poem, remarkable, very brilliant. And to top it all up, you had a wonderful ending.

For some time a silent disheveled middle aged woman
searched for all those things she needed once more:
she was the only one who could rework the puzzle.
She started to read the poem shyly.
Words were shivering, getting bigger,
engulfing me.

wow this is just amazing :)