Nette Onclaud Poet Quatrain

Scenes From a Library

When spines of hardcover are marked with ink
upon their pages, old cedar drifts on
through brownish sheaths wrapped in pulp, distinct
with plots and main characters long forgone.
 
And my thoughts journey unto realms untold 
entering regions from another time,
along a nook, books perch on shelves grown cold
yet, I linger on quotes, both raw and sublime.  

The lamplight from the room glistens inside
to spark turn of scenes, a climax, an end, 
while endless gasps roll on night’s ebbing tide
until the heroes’ plight I now befriend.

Near the door, Grandma calls a bit louder
in her library, we somewhat allow
flicks of reading, laughing; and just out there
meal is served . I leave this haven, for now.


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In The Library Contest, Isaiah Zerbst
8/12/2015

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Skat A August 27, 2015 at 3:18 PM Nette, Congratulations.... SKAT

Faye Gibson August 27, 2015 at 2:22 PM Beautiful, Nette; I enjoyed your heroine. Especially enjoyed the first two stanzas. Congratulations.

Jan Allison August 27, 2015 at 11:46 AM Such wonderful imagery Nette Many congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx

Seren Roberts August 27, 2015 at 11:25 AM Wonderful write Nette Congrats ...Seren

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 27, 2015 at 12:24 AM Wonderful images created with powerful words nette! Congrats on superb win!

Brian Strand August 13, 2015 at 2:03 AM Thank you Nette for your always welcome comments on my endeavours.Rgds Brian (soupmail)

Shadow Hamilton August 12, 2015 at 4:58 PM a perfect picture of a library Nette gl in contest hugs 7

Honestly J.T. August 12, 2015 at 1:12 PM Good books and stories of old to fill one's imagination. You paint the picture well. Good poem -JT

Daver Austin August 12, 2015 at 11:59 AM Yes. In the stacks, elbows planted and holding up your chin. I see all of it from your verse, the musing and the perusing. As usual you write great stuff. Love, daver

Leon Datu August 12, 2015 at 11:44 AM Lost and absorbed in the space of your imaginative worlds. I like to simply sit and be carried away in a library "until heroes' plight I befriend." Ear-marking this!

James Peranteau August 12, 2015 at 11:33 AM Idyll; this place you have set before us in this write dear poet! The library has forever been this place for myself, and I take notice; your's as well. In it's escape, I find myself to be in it's tranquility much more of late, as if I have missed out on a thing or two...a thousand it seems...*smiles* TY Nette...Have a wonderful week my friend.....much love, james

Constance La France August 12, 2015 at 11:23 AM Nette, so tranquil , it is like I glanced into the room and this is what I saw and heard A7 and thanks for visiting my make-believe poem

Paul Callus August 12, 2015 at 11:23 AM When I was young I was not keen on studying, but I just loved books and libraries! This poem of yours reminds me of the many hours I used to spend reading (to the detriment of food and sleep!!). A delightful poem, Nette! ~ Hugs // paul

Demetrios Trifiatis August 12, 2015 at 10:07 AM Remember when from dawn till dusk passed my time in the library and I become nostalgic. Your beautiful poem unfolded memories of youth! Excellent writing dear, nette. Good luck!

Carly Lalion August 12, 2015 at 3:15 AM If I know you, you will forgo dinner to spend the whole day in the library! It's incredible how you make me time-travel with you through a thrill and beauty that you convey with your eloquent words.