Procrastinating Poet

 Well, so far on this blog I have posted only content that was 1) original, and 2) written by me before I began the blog. Today, that changes. There is a quote that I read somewhere, I can’t remember where, that has stuck with me.

“Sometimes I think that our society puts too much emphasis on romance, and not enough on love.”

Bear with me if it is not the actual quote, but it’s the best that I can remember. The next piece was written by me a year or so back.

“I decided to write you a song,

but I couldn’t quite find a tune,

and then it got sorta long,

so a poem’ll have to do.

But now my rhymes don’t match,

and I’m starting to look the fool,

so I’ll jump right to the catch,

what I’m saying is: I love you!”

 I usually don’t write love poems, but this one came out of nowhere and into my head. I still like it, too. Anyway, the next bit is new. Never before written down or typed or anything!

“I spent my childhood in libraries. Crawling through the stacks and smelling that musty, happy smell of old books was as much part of me as my name or my eye color. I can never get away from the thought of back corners with lonely lamps and desks, at which the curious could spend hours leafing through pages on any subject imaginable. Or, if you were so minded, there were the fictions. Tales of daring rescues and hideous monsters.

“I  was weaned on stories and tall bookshelfs. I was treated to pages and pages of souls poured out on paper as a means of justifying their lives. Or bringing meaning to others’. I shall never, ever be able to forget the libraries. I know that I’ll always yearn for another corner around which to turn, and another, higher shelf to look on for my goal.”