Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,232 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

An Old Bookstore - Poem by Lynn W. Petty

There is an old bookstore, on the other side of town.
The owner, a man of gentle disposition and kindly mold,
Changed an empty, cold, commercial store into a warm
And friendly shop. With faith, hope and trust, he stirred
A pound of old Americana with a cup of European flare.
Then, he added good old Texas charm to complement the mix.
The symmetry of shelves gives one a feeling of congenial cordiality.
Their polished woods, mahogany and oak, colored by the hand of age,
Exposes one to welcome warmth and shades of soothing calm.
It is a grand repository holding silent urns of moldered learning,
Side by side, with tomes of modern thought.
So, come, indulge yourself and spend a guiltless hour seeking
Out a seldom-read old book found back in some secluded niche.
Imbibe the long, settled wine of knowledge poured from ancient
Literary ewers, filled with vintage scholarship.
Walk the paths of knowing, knowing they were walked
Before by half-remembered authors, with half-forgotten names.
Allow the spirit of the hour to pass unfettered through the mind,
Where re-awakened literature supplies the substance of the past
And gives insight unto the future.
Rise to the superior society of your own thoughts, where memory turns
To gaze on time gone by, illuminated by the flame of future's dawn.

Topic(s) of this poem: reading

Form: Free Verse


Comments about An Old Bookstore by Lynn W. Petty

  • Bri Edwards (9/25/2016 5:17:00 PM)

    i almost gave up waiting for PH to bring this poem up for me to read; problems recently on PH and i sent them a nice note.
    i had to look up ewer. wide-mouthed jug!

    favorite lines so far:

    Walk the paths of knowing, knowing they were walked
    Before by half-remembered authors, with half-forgotten names. ....yes, someday you shall be remembered...................................................................................................fondly as: Lynn W. Whatwashisname.

    Rise to the superior society of your own thoughts................no 'superior society' in MY own thoughts! ....................................................................................................But in YOURS, no doubt! !

    Lynn, take an hour in the shop, and take an hour's nap, and 'do' another hour in the shop. [my mother would not have approved of the use of do another hour here; she would say spend another hour, as i usually would! ]

    bri :)
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  • Billy Loving (1/19/2016 2:03:00 PM)


    Wonderful imagery - enjoyed (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2016



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