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Silent Poem

April 15, 2011
By maddiecochran PLATINUM, Bel Air, Maryland
maddiecochran PLATINUM, Bel Air, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
No, heaven&#039;s not a place that you go when you die<br /> It&#039;s that moment in life when you touch her and you feel alive<br /> So live for the moment<br /> And take this advice, live by every word<br /> Love&#039;s completely real, so forget anything that you&#039;ve heard<br /> And live for the moment now


An inky, crisp smell invades my nose









I hear the crinkle and swish of a page turning








A frail librarian smiles at me
People pass my soft bench without a thought








I hear the beep of books checking out








The shelves are decorated with colorful spines
I run away from reality with fantasy









I hear the eager giggle of children








The pages seem warm in my hand
Steinbeck, Austen, Poe, Plath, Shakespeare,






















I hear the voices between the lines









New and ancient ideas of others shake and turn my head.
No place different still safe











I hear silence and my own bated breath











An adventure in a quiet place


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on May. 16 2011 at 9:08 pm
writingmagic26 BRONZE, Eureka, Missouri
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That's exactly how I feel when I visit a library!   Good job capturing the feel of thsi experience!