I hide my photos
in-between volumes
of “Shakespeare.”
From pages of prose
I unearth memories
at a leisurely pace.
Against the leather spine
my nails tap a warning:
Shh!
A library is meant for quiet.
Peace and Quiet
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RED GLADIOLA 
Reblogged this on A Geek with a Passion for the Stage.
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No Problem this is great!
I love your poetry!
Thank you! You’re so sweet to say that. =)
Wow! Specially the last stanza. Exquisite, as always. ❤
Thank you! ❤
Excellent! I really like this!
Happy that you do. Thanks!
Brilliant writing.
Thanks so much!
I agree with the previous, this is quite wonderful. And that last stanza is potent. Absolutely wonderful stuff, thank you for this.
Thank you for reading. Appreciate it very much. =)
The last line reminded me of a show I used to watch, All that. They would do a skit where this woman who was librarian would make obscene noises, and the scream: QUIET! THIS IS A LIBRARY!
It was humorous, which I’m pretty sure this isn’t meant to come off that way 🙂
Haha. I remember that skit. And it was meant to come off a little bit amusing, so I guess humorous isn’t bad at all. =)
You are awesome. 🙂
❤
Outstanding poetry! It deserves several reflective readings to extract all the “good” you have put into it. 😛
Thank you! ❤
This is beautiful. Great piece.
Thank you! Glad you approve. =)
Could anyone not? You have a wonderful way with words.
there is a peaceful meandering in the piece. The warmth and happiness of memories. ( love the library reference)