LibraryLife
Since the moment I held a pencil I've been creating with drawings and words. I believe paintings enlighten and poems entice our thoughts.
The Library
The Library
Stacks of paper-filled squared boxes
Lined up and down in all sizes
Contours of scattered thoughts
Sit on many shelves
Truth or tale
Filled-up pages upon pages
Spice of old
Scents of new
Symmetrical runner rows
A maze of continuous trails
Walk among the living and the dead
Who took the time to write these books?
Pleasures to horror
Peace to war
Engulfing the tides of turmoil
Surging into the soul
Beyond spite writers venture to other worlds
Using pictures, words, and phrases
To entice audiences
Young and Old
There they stand smugly stout
Books of all sizes
Waiting for a patron to share
Their thoughts, stories, and poems
While dogs sit outside
Lapping up their time in the sun
People walk the long rows of books
To hand pick the ripe one
One with the right scent
That escapes them as they leave
To another place in time
A place only they and the writer can share.
Little Neighborhood Libraries
© 2020 Mary Borges
