Wrapped in fluffy fat rust colored blanket, staying cozy warm inside
Peering at fluffy tailed chasing squirrels who have nothing to hide
I open my mystery novel to a favorite chapter that tells quite the tale
My cozy nook a haven for my cat and I, a sanctuary where I sip my ale
Okay, it is coffee, where I meet my heroes, nemesis and literary friends
In well-love books stashed on shelves with flower arrangements at ends
My book nook is a tiny haven for me.
I can entertain myself in there for hours you see.
Becoming a pirate, a dinosaur, or Captain Hook.
All I have to do is pull out the right book.
My reading nook is a quiet place, filled with my favorite things.
Books I have read more than twice, plush pillows and cushions.
The sun filters through the cherry blossom tree in the spring.
In the summer I often fall asleep on the blue window seat.
I have spent more hours in this room than any other place in the world.
Taking my time devouring books, snacking on crackers and peanut butter.
My hound Bluebell lies here during the day, waiting for my return.
It is a comfort to know someone is waiting for me all day long.
Living in the nook
Is never a curse.
Borders built of cash
Never works for me;
As the empty pot
From the nook, I found
Not the nook
Being empty is a curse.
My life changed when I got lost in a book
It gave me reason to dream big
Books gave me a creative nook
A lover of words was my new gig
It gave me a reason to dream big
Books healed me from many scars
A lover of words was my new gig
Free from a prison with clear bars
Books healed me from many scars
Imagination was no longer dormant
Free from a prison with clear bars
My librarian was a trusted informant
Imagination was no longer dormant
I was free to soar high in the sky
My librarian was a trusted informant
Prior to books, I’d just sit and cry
I was free to soar high in the sky
Books gave me a creative nook
Prior to books, I’d just sit and cry
My life changed when I got lost in a book
05/19/2022
I once knew a bright lad from Kinderhook
He cruised the library for a book
A gal he met in the lobby,
Said she knew a nicer hobby
And her hint for the lad was all it took.
written April 16, 2022
When we first looked at the house
my wife exclaimed:
“O look it has a charming little nook!”
I looked at the ‘charming little nook’ and thought,
yes, I can see myself sitting in this nook,
relaxing upon its little nooky bench reading poetry
on all those calm days to come.
It’s been two years now,
I still haven’t read a single book
in that charming nook.
Sometimes I rest for a moment there,
but only to ponder how I am going to meet
the mortgage and repairs next year.
I know I will never write poetry in it -
not even this one.
Sanctuary of literary sound
where minds meander to get lost and found -
when lost, discover thresholds, not yet crossed,
or find the path you thought you may have lost.
March 9, 2021
Succulents line the windowsill
Of a sunlight, drenched nook
Jasmine, draped, rafters spill
Down rows and rows of books
A gentle creak, follows feet
As they sweep across the floor
To a homely, cozy, quirky seat
Warmed as sun rays pour
Bustling streets, beyond the glass
A thousand worlds away
A witness to a life, so fast
Yet, in my nook, I stay
Saša Milivojev - THE NOOK
There was a dance of light
In a gloomy room
My battle within a battle
Tiptoeing
Not to be heard
In the nook of my ailment
Of a dream eternal
Imagination refracts
Into a fan of rays
Waiting for a sign
My soul dreams
My heart is forged
My body is still
Yet someone can hear
A fervent word spoken
As hot lead
Letter by letter drips
Like an echo from the abyss
The climax of a magical tune
Invites my dreams
To catch the words
For you
For me
For us
In our nook
Of secrets
Saša Milivojev
www.sasamilivojev.com
Ah, this is everyday bliss,
Fave author's new book, a kiss!
There are some people like me,
Who read the end first, tee hee!
Then unfold the plot's mystery,
In my book nook for literacy,
Daily reading time is bliss,
Open a new book, do I kiss?
J-oy
O-ffers
C-heer
E-agerly
L-etting
Y-our
N-ice
S-mile
I-solate
S-orrow
O-f
N-ook
Topic: Birthday of Jocelyn Sison (February 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Instead of smiling ,
She was crying
A moment of silence replace tumults of joy;
Thus the day i was born,
A day when the sun sat on the nook of horizon east,
Thus when the angels,
The lords sung benediction along with a dirge,
But on a hallowed neon day with my sister's breath i was born
In her calls,
I hear my calls to
In her cries,
I cried out to meet the world and when she opened her eyelets,
I recieve my sight
Thus she call me "Thomas"
She say there was no even a chance i could be alive
She say ,she doubt i could live long and still today the star is shining in darkness
Thus the truth lying in her soul resting in peace
"Based on a true story....,Sometimes we are born but not just the same some cry to meet the world and some could not have the chance....and so as i"
A-llow
N-o
N-egativity
A-nd
L-eave
Y-our
N-ook
Topic: Birthday of Annalyn Cabila (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-t
N-ight
N-ook
A-nd
L-oneliness
Y-i eld
N-othing
Topic: Birthday of Annalyn Javier (April 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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