Tentative Poet

Rookie (18/06/1961 / Singapore)

Library - Poem by Tentative Poet

In the library this afternoon,
while I sat waiting for my muse
to sneak up behind me and
touch me softly on the shoulder,
I watch the other readers,
bent over their words like Benedictines,
and I thought I heard,
above the whispers of turning pages,
and the occasional clearing of throats,
the patient sounds of quill-tips
scratching upon yellowing parchment,
and sniffed in the cool quiet air,
a faint hint of sandal-wood.

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  • (8/11/2010 11:26:00 PM)


    A library is a gate to a new world, and an oasis of sorts. Loved your poem! Keep them coming.
    t.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010



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