today: dazzle and overwhelm yourself
with riches of color, type, genre, taste,
the bargain-stickered tomes, deckle edges!
poetry of filigree border, fine paintings
that grace the scholarly set. smile
at brash color, mysteryromancesciencefiction,
the table’s strange mix, mash of dour classics
and modern beach read (bright tote on lower shelf).
close your ears to blaring country music, discounts!
endorsements, star wars toys and eager blurbs.
caress a spine, let fall the pages—or flip—inhale
vision, scene, mere arrangement of words an invitation
to your rain-bruised mind (heart, soul, whatever)
then come back to this desk and pretend
it was pure inspiration because you always knew
you couldn’t come out empty-handed
Yes! A love note to books and reading. I feel it!
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I hoped you would like it, my library-loving friend. 🙂
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Aaah – I am lucky enough to have a bookshop within walking distance from the office that becomes my therapy spot on rough days. ❤ Bookish places can do wonders.
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Yes, so glad we have these bookish places. What I would do without the library, too, I can’t think…
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I love this! If I could, this would be the perfect day to wonder in a bookstore–a big, old one. And then to sit for hours and read. No such luck today. 🙂
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Another day, then…and you will appreciate it that much more. 🙂
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🙂
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Never empty-handed, for sure. (K)
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I came out two-hands-full. 🙂 And lighter hearted, of course.
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Yes, a good exchange.
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Being a former long-time bookstore manager, I loved that the discounts were just as blaring as the country music. I miss being around books all day (instead of making them as I do now), but your poem explored both the positive and negative aspects of that environment.
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I used to be a bookstore assistant manager–long ago. And when I was in the store, listening to booksellers trying to help customers, I was so glad that was no longer my job. 🙂
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“you always knew
you couldn’t come out empty-handed”
Beautiful work as always!
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Thank you. xo
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I love how this flowed – even when it stopped with a period or exclamation point, it was just to take a quick breath before continuing around the store. And of course you can’t leave empty handed! Who among us can?
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Thank you, Laura. Nothing happier than a new stack of books, right?
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Bookshops certainly are my favourite form of therapy! Loved how you have structured this poem — the running words for instance, depict the mixture of genres. I loved everything about this and now am yearning to visit the bookstore for my therapy.
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Thank you. I highly recommend a bookstore visit ASAP! Or library!
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