Daver Austin Poet Tanka

In the Stacks

IN THE STACKS

in the library
how wonderful all the books
in the stacks
among all the books
is where we secretly meet

in the library
at that little table
in the stacks
i said i love you
you said let’s just be friends

in the library
i found my heart’s desire
among romance novels
forgot the author’s name
g.w. something or other

in the library
in the stacks
beneath the “quiet” sign
we obeyed the rules
just kissing and feeling


Dave Austin

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Delice Arleen Skelly June 16, 2015 at 11:00 AM Love this tanka and the story you created in just four verses. Cannot help wondering how the lovers did in their grades? LOL~Delice

Debbie Guzzi March 5, 2015 at 5:16 PM so romantic- yup- I too remember the stacks at University ;) Light & Love

Andrea Dietrich March 4, 2015 at 2:05 PM I left you a message on my spring poem, DAver. thanks for stopping by. Is it still acting like winter where you are?

Harry Horsman March 4, 2015 at 9:58 AM I Just love your take on the tanka,,brilliant...

Carolyn Devonshire March 2, 2015 at 1:35 PM Dear Daver, even your tanka is witty! I can just picture the lovers getting together behind stacks of books. Hope the librarian doesn't find them! Cute and delightful! Love, carolyn

Monterey Sirak February 28, 2015 at 8:46 AM A perfect place to find love, among words and dreams. Love it!

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2015 at 11:20 PM hmmmm, I am taking that final word two different ways. Which way did YOU mean it? I enjoyed this one on love among the romance novels. Daver Austin March 1, 2015 at 9:38 AM Come, come. You know what naughty lovers do in the stacks - or do you? Love, dirty old daver

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2015 at 11:19 PM has it been that cold as you told me, all winter long? I sure do not miss the midwest then!! Daver Austin March 1, 2015 at 9:40 AM Oh gosh! At 9:00 this morning it was 11 degrees, a regular heat wave. We Michiganders are a hardy lot. Hardy harr harr. Love, daver

Barbara Gorelick February 27, 2015 at 2:35 PM Sweet beyond words..g.w. something or other.is just the right touch. hope all is well with you...BG

Barbara Gorelick February 27, 2015 at 2:34 PM Sweet beyond words..g.w. something or other.is just the right touch. hope all is well with you...BG

Paul Callus February 27, 2015 at 12:52 PM This is a cutie, James! Libraries have lots of stories to tell! // paul Paul Callus March 1, 2015 at 9:48 AM My apologies, Daver; old age an' all:) Daver Austin March 1, 2015 at 9:30 AM Who is James? And then that old Schubert song Who Is Sylvia. Hardy harr harr. Thanks for reading my stuff. Love, daver

Jan Allison February 27, 2015 at 10:59 AM I hope you did it quietly Daver! great humour:-) Hugs jan xx 7 xx