Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #429, SHHHH!

"Head to the stacks and write of something associated with a library."

Couldn't wait for
the Book Mobile
to come around.
it was filled
floor to ceiling
with books.  As
a child, I loved
climbing into
that space, taking
my time to choose.

I remember walking
into the imposing
42nd Street library,
with its stone lions
out front. So many 
rooms.  So silent.
Filled with elegance.

Now I visit our local
library, with its
music and movies
to rent on the main
floor.  Downstairs
are all categories
of books.  The Children's
section is off to the
side, and there are
tables and chairs
scattered about
for students,
and those looking
for a serene place
in which to sit,
think or perhaps
simply dream.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Libraries

  1. I don’t know what year it stopped being such a big thing but I remember always loving going to the library! I don’t know anyone younger than me that can say they loved the library.


  2. pvcann says:

    This took me back a ways, delightful.


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