LibraryLife
Library Life
The mystery of a library with many books from old to new creates a life of its own. Maybe the books dance with each other at night when the last librarian locks the door for the day. A thought to enjoy while perusing the shelves for those fun reads.
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
Questions & Answers
© 2020 Mary Borges
Comments
AUTHORThank you Kyler for taking the time to write such kind words. I greatly appreciate it.
Having grown up in an age where libraries and bookstores were under assault by the digital era, I don't have a proper appreciation of the sentiments that underlie this poem.
However, your poem does inspire a newfound appreciation, and for that I thank you.
- AUTHOR
Thank you Lorna. I love reading your comments.
I love old bookshops and libraries where I can lose myself for hours. There is a wonderful reassuring smell about an old book, and the last verse of this beautiful poem sums it up for me. Such an enjoyable read Mary.
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