With so little time I could not decide.
Shelf after shelf filled with book upon book.
The likes I've dreamed of reading.
Most bookstores have there signs posted.
Opening and closing time.
But this, this was something out of the ordinary.
Not a soul wandering through the isles.
No checkout line.
It was intimate.
Being here alone surrounded by book after book.
Each with a cover beautifully drawn.
Genres of insecurities, dreams, ambitions.
Love.
Any spot on the floor felt like home.
Addressing myself in total seclusion.
Mornings spent in thought embraced by the cold air flowing through the vents.
Afternoons spent without a thing to do.
The nights when a pillow was the only comfort, drifting off to sleep.
Slow rather than fast.
I flipped through page after page.
Wandering from isle to isle undecided in which book I wanted to read first.
Eying the shelves one at a time.
Finding the beauty in what makes you, you.
The marked on pages.
The distraught covers.
With so little time I didn't want to spend every second over-thinking.
Analyzing exactly which stood out the most.
When in actuality.
They all are a part of you
Felt like home! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Being here alone surrounded by book after book. Each with a cover beautifully drawn. Genres of insecurities, dreams, ambitions. Love...../// beautiful poetic expression Books through the all books I have to go go thoroughly the books to read minutely the inside of me; to activate the wings of freedom.......///
Beautiful poem. As a lover of books, loved the allusion to books and bookstores. Nice one dear
This is a special gift of intimacy with the right person... Instead of getting stuck reading one chapter, there is a whole bookstore to read around in. This person you are talking about is inexhaustible, and you honor her by by not losing the thread of perusal.
The dilemma of a book lover surrounded by heaps of book as to which he should choose to read wonderfully narrated. Congrats on POD.
With so little time I didn't want to spend every second over-thinking. Analyzing exactly which stood out the most. When in actuality. They all are a part of you..... infatuation, attraction and intimacy. very nice poem. tony
Wonderfully personal and profound, your voice tugs at the readers’ soul. Beautiful, thank you. Thumbs way up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kewayne, such a splendid poem of the day. Congrats for being chosen..10++++++++++++++
Congratulations on an excellent peoe