A HEAVEN OF SWEETS

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Take me to the room,

Where books cover the walls.

Globes stand at attention,

Ladders set to be climbed.

Cushioned chairs for reading,

Tables set for writing.

Let’s climb up to the stacks,

And see what we may find.

Romance today for thee,

Perhaps a mystery for me.

A confectioner’s treat,

A true heaven of sweets.

 

HEAR THE WHISPERS

by hdunsirn:Peabody library, baltimore 9.6.14
©hannahdunsirn

The peace.

The quiet.

The hush of the hallways.

The smell of books.

The taunt of knowledge.

Sit at a table.

Sit by the stacks.

Sit in the corner.

Absorb the essence.

Hear the whispers.

Of readers.

Of authors.

Read about love.

About adventure.

About history.

About life.

OLD BOOKSTORE

Why don’t we have these anymore?

Books covering ceiling to floor.

Happiness between the binding.

What a perfect and safe finding.

Read in the candlelight.

Nothing can be as right.

Pictures and words before my eyes.

Reading about truth and some lies.

You’ll definitely find me hiding.

The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.

ODE TO MY BOOK

 

 

Nothing can be as fine

As the dear book of mine.

It might not be sold in a big bookstore,

But you will not find one to offer more.

It was created with much love and hope,

Even though it wasn’t blessed by a Pope.

It has my blood, sweat, and tears.

Might raise many of your fears.

It has action, murder, and romance.

I can even do a little dance.

Please try it and you’ll see

It has the best of me. 


THE DEAD GAME

ABANDONED

Abandoned Library (by katka.havlikova)

 

Books sitting on shelves.

Abandoned and deserted.

Knowledge lost.

Potential buried.

The wind sneaks in.

The sun peeks in.

Animals walk past.

Discarded pages.

That no one will read.

No one who cares.

The wind gives a moan.