Halfway through Poetry Month. Looking back, I can tell poems that were a chore… rushed to meet some self-imposed participation deadline, and the ones that easily came to me. All in All, it is great fun to explore poetry!
While that cyclone Called LIFE whirls Outside these doors, My bright little library Filled with cheerful books, Lining shelves Neatly, Neatly Offers welcome. In spite of that, it is not a quiet library, No -Shhhhh- from me, But perhaps a "Walk please," Or a "Share please." Instead it is filled With busy sounds, Pondering puzzles, Rustling Legos, Sharing or books, Chatting. Murmuring. Laughing Discovering the world of Calvin And Hobbes. There *are* those Quiet moments, Moments to open a book Explore a new author Thrill at the beauty Of illustrations. Moments where I Simply Lose Track Of Time. Here, during this Moment of respite, in this little library.