So quiet this library, rows of books soaking up
hushed tones, but there
is life in these pages.
Phoenicians sail on a river
of vowels gazing hungrily
upon fertile shores.
Chants of gratitude
offered up
to pagan gods.
Shh! Scolds the librarian…
As an echo of merchants haggle with travelers
from exotic lands
in a market heady with spices.
Colorful cloths flutter in the breeze,
silken threads
woven with
patcholi
scented hands.
So quiet this library as a book slides shut
on a clamor of ancient
voices. Dreams uncovered in the sun
baked ruins. So quiet…
7 comments:
Indeed,libraries are sacred places...
Yes, I love the library and it smells so good. This is a wonderful poem, I really like the contrasts you draw here.
i really admire you for starting a blog because you wanted to write more, thats why i did it too! i found that i loved writing but i would let myself get too busy or distracted to really do it. ill just say that im really glad you made this blog because its so beautiful :) <3
This is a beautifully written piece and you have a beautiful background that I could not see from my other stupid computer at work.
I too love books and the stories of the ancient ones, thank you for putting that love into verse.
A wonderous peace and lovely
literary quality inhabit your
poem Blanca Rosa. I'm reminded
of my very first feelings as
an adolescent visiting the library.
An enchanting poem, and I love
the new look of your blog!
I love this! I felt myself going back in time when I would get excited about the books only to be hushed by the librarian!
Oh how beautifully written.
I am reminded how sacred
libraries really are - and
how lonely the web can
really be in comparison
to the companionship
that books provide...
Your poetry always
provides quiet reflection!
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