Dreams, Odes, Longings and Loves lay sleeping
Dreams, Odes, Longings
and Loves lay sleeping
in the shelves
My fingertips run across
the bumpy terrain of bindings
as I pass, while counting the riches
my eyes drink in the multitudes
of all gathered within reach
here alone with me
I pause on one book and
pull it to my chest
like a long lost friend
with eyes shut, I feel
re-united with the promise
of us spending time together
So, how could I get rid of all my books
as my daughter suggests
It would be like denying love exists
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The mood you create in this poem is splendid.
A great poem from that engaging opening line to the very last line.
Transported. Great world building.
Same….we will do our best to not leave a mess but the kids will have to deal with the books.
“It would be like denying love exists”
Wonderful! I feel this deeply, this connection– and the daughter part, too.
The connection to our books is holy!
Romancing the familiar touch and sounds of these pieces of soul reflecting eye candy of in sights only the mama can hum to . . . even a daughter is not akin to these gems! Nice piece Ann!