Reading Respite

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!

full length of man sitting on floor
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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.

 

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