The Reading Places
Home
is
where
books are
collected
accumulated
stored
squirreled away
piled
hoarded
stockpiled
amassed
read
loved
cherished
kept
Yearning
to permeate
mind - spirit’s
core
Paradise
is
Where
books fill
endless libraries
brimming with favorites
Old friends all gathered
Enjoying each other’s company
Whispering secrets,
Imparting knowledge,
compassion, tenderness,
and life - truths
collected
accumulated
stored
squirreled away
piled
hoarded
stockpiled
amassed
read
loved
cherished
kept
Just
waiting for you
To
set them free
I love the repetition in your poem. I also love the topic. Looking back on your posts, I think that you might be interested in thinkkidthink.com where there is a poetry March Madness tournament going on. It's a really fun way to generate excitement about poetry...
ReplyDeleteI have to admit to squirreling away books. Have you been watching? But each one is cherished. Nice poem!
ReplyDeleteI love the the part of your poem where the books come alive: in the library old friends all gathered
ReplyDeleteenjoying each other’s company, whispering secret
I love the pile up of verbs. Reading the title made me think of my favorite places to read. That might inspire a future blog post.
ReplyDeletelove this! Kind of like my bookstore forest! :-) reading is truly such a wonderful paradise of "friends" -- thank you for this deep sensory illustration!
ReplyDeleteNo, I haven't been watching... just a kindred spirit, Elsie! :) Thanks for your comments, everyone. Keep them coming; I appreciate your feedback.
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