Trudge up the worn steps
take a deep breath.
Reaching out I wrap my fingers around the icy handle
pull.
BAM!
Hit with the familiar scent of aged paper and bonding glue.
The sight of books feeds my hunger
my mind can finally rest.
I make a trip to the return box.
My heart pounds
I abandon yet another cast of characters.
Time to move on.
The world around me sounds of a church in prayer
silent, with the occasional outburst of a child.
I pursue the entertainment du jour
find it cowering somewhere
out of place
I extract it from its perch on the shelf
ignoring its subtle dissent.
Pulling it over to a corner couch I settle in
preparing my mind for the adventure in store.
I open the book and dive into… who knows where.
Author notes
M u s i c O f T h e N i g h t 9
A contest entry
- The Phobic Rounds [auditions] by Kiss the girl--x.
400 points, ended October 29, 2009, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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perhaps libraries are like bars for the mind?
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Nice setting for a poem...the mundane, everyday happenings, good stuff for poetry..entering a world of fantasy, closing out the harsh reality of......life
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no this is my prewrite
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is this your write about your fear?
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I liked it.
It was creative and descriptive.
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I wrote this for school... sound suckish to you?
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