I came to walk and sit beside a gentle babbling brook.
Every nook and cranny deserves a closer prod and look.
It was uncanny where secrets hid unseen from the naked eye.
Until a gentle nudge uncovered treasures waiting nearby.
I probed to look far beyond the smooth stone faces.
Into the spaces between the cobbles, into their hidden places.
For canny people know that gold is found where fractures part.
They follow the cracks that lead onward to a broken heart.
So, by hook or by crook, every crack deserves its chance.
Every flaw needs far more than a quick sideways glance.
For gold dust never gathers in the nook of a perfect thing.
It waits until brokenness, finds its voice, and learns to sing.
The crannies and cracks let the daylight gleam through.
They ask to not be hidden away, nor discarded from view.
With patient hands, each fracture is traced with gold—
Until the cracked and broken become precious and bold.
A whistling kettle of alluring mauve,
A steaming cup of tea that conveys love.
Sunlight dancing upon a polished floor,
While gentle breezes whisper at the door.
Wrapped within a blanket, downy and worn,
Reading into the silence of the morn.
These little echoes of a quiet grace,
Turn the cottage into a resting place.
Alone time at night,
Immersed in a gripping book,
Calm with candlelight.
Cozy in the window nook,
Content with a joyful look.
In the library
nook by cozy candlelight
a book will ferry
an adventure to ignite
another young one’s delight.
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?
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