This week is National Library Week. Last year, I created a book spine poem from books at my local library. The poem represents what the library means to me.
Brink of Chaos
The Great Escape
Gateways
Haven
I could spend all day in a library. After my senior year of high school I spent the summer working at a library as a page. I confess, I wasn’t the best employee. I was too distracted by the books. It’s not the most efficient to stop and flip the pages of a book while shelving. I’d love to work in a library again. I truly do love the atmosphere.
In honor of both library week and poetry month, I have written another poem.
My Second Home
The library was my first love
perfect for a book-a-holic,
no budget could sustain my obsession.
A sacred space filled with treasures;
fingers trail on book spines…
so many choices
each one a new adventure--
Do I read an author tried and true?
or experience something new?
Some days I come
not for the books
but the atmosphere.
Sit back in an armchair
wrapped in hushed air,
soak in the rich love of words
infused between these walls,
let it inspire me…
flow through my fingertips
to fill the pages of my notebook.
Libraries were my first love too :) I just loved to explore and to find new exciting titles :)
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