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Silent Poem

An inky, crisp smell invades my nose









I hear the crinkle and swish of a page turning








A frail librarian smiles at me
People pass my soft bench without a thought








I hear the beep of books checking out








The shelves are decorated with colorful spines
I run away from reality with fantasy









I hear the eager giggle of children








The pages seem warm in my hand
Steinbeck, Austen, Poe, Plath, Shakespeare,






















I hear the voices between the lines









New and ancient ideas of others shake and turn my head.
No place different still safe











I hear silence and my own bated breath











An adventure in a quiet place




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writingmagic26 said...
May 16, 2011 at 9:08 pm:
That's exactly how I feel when I visit a library!   Good job capturing the feel of thsi experience!
 
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