The Bookstore Poem by Augusta Mendelsohn
The Bookstore
I walk purposefully
As I do most weekends
A mile each way
To buy a book
Lest that gem of a bookstore
Succumbs to Amazon
And the neighborhood loses its soul.
Other fellow conspirators
Cross my path
And we smile and nod
Content to belong.
Today’s author is young and intent
The complicit audience
Follows her into the story.
My weekly ritual of indecision
Leads to a choice.
Some books open wide new worlds
Some are great fun
Or disappointments.
A familiar aroma of coffee and rich soup
Rises from the downstairs coffeehouse.
Great poem, I appreciate going to the bookstore also, the smell of new and old books, a nostalgic look at how things used to be before Amazon came along. Thank you for this beautifully written poem, it keeps the memory alive! Hopefully all generations will find their passion in a bookstore.. RoseAnn
''that gem of a bookstore'' yes, unfortunately many and many such lovely places succumb to Amazon & the other web giants every month.. I'm not against Amazon, but I'd love that the future generations had the chance to experience what your well penned poem describes..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The emergence and rise of internet as an information super highway has tremendously dwindled the fortunes of libraries, post-offices, and bookstores. It's lovely to learn that you prefer bookstores to Amazon, I also think that such stores are more exciting. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Augusta. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.