Library Contest - J'aime ma Bibliothèque – PPL

Our public library renovated the old post office in town. They saved the beautiful architecture and made a lovely place to enjoy books and activities. Their staff is friendly and so helpful.

 

Salvaged beauty, saved from ruin,
Though your form is grand to behold,
You are more than mortar and stone,
More than plaster and wooden shelves,
Or architectural detail
When weighed on a supernal scale.

 

You are the portal to places

I ne’er may see but in my thoughts
That before my awed eyes emerge
Like insubstantial holograms
Of Pip or Toad or Smaug or gnome
Come to life from a simple tome.

 

You are the doorway that beckons
Come in, discover and enjoy
Signings, book clubs, artists’ displays,
Writers’ groups and poetry slams,
Blind date with books and movies, too
Stories for tots, there’s lots to do.

 

No longer will I deign to hear
The sad refrain ‘I’m bored to tears’
From child or teen or daft adult.
I will not tolerate it for
There’s so many activities
At PPL and all for free.

                                       debi swim 1/13

 

Sea Bound

 

                    

The sea reaches out with foamy fingers

the sandy shore to grip,

then retreats and repeats o’er and o’er.

She well knows her bounds

set forth by God at His command

and illustrated by King Canute.

 

                    

Winter Go Away

                         Spring

Mornings of green grass covered with dew

Soft fragrant breezes and skies of blue
Butterflies, pansies of startling hue
These are the memories I always choose
When winter lingers and slyly coos
That she’ll never leave, she’s such a shrew.

March I believed every word she said

April was sad, many tears we shed
Then May arrived and my faith was fed
with visions of beauty filling my head.
Winter tried hard to fill me with dread
but Spring came and lined my flower bed.

Ah, spring, would I have loved you as well

had I never known cold winter’s knell
announcing outside this self-made  cell
(I call retreat) and to all that dwell
in the Snow Queen’s wintery icy spell.
I’d love you not so well, truth to tell.

 

In-Form Wed

Take a line or phrase from another's poem and write your own. "Nothing is as cheerful" from

WALT’S WALTZ - Walter J. Wojtanik –Feb.  2013

 

Nothing is as Cheerful

 

Nothing is as cheerful 
as a newborn  baby’s coo 
a slobbery kiss or two
playing  peekaboo.

Nothing is as cheerful

as sunbeams on my face
a book and comfortable place
drawing that fourth ace.

Nothing is as cheerful

as a cup of hot minty tea
a sunset over the sea
you and me becoming we.