Library Hush
Posted on Mar 27th, 2007
by 
Catherine
Catherine
the library hush
and well made chairs
I sink into my corner nook
boots kicked off
shoulders ease deeply
into the sleepy comfort
of an academic hibernative state
clandestine coffee by my side
highlighter of bright indecision
colored in lemon, that might be lime
but I pause before this feast
of intellectual indulgence
the twinkling of dusk falls
across my world
small city, cleanly etched
highway with a gentle pulse
for the moment, I am a specimen
spread on a microscopic slide
pressed between amber glazing
and the book heavy encumbrance
of paper scented library stacks
time pulses with my needs, roles, duties
in whatever bubbling nonsense
I will later reap from normal life
but now, it will all wait
like an aging dog on a carpet
content to sleep with little anticipation
oh how I love to ponder
in this hidden point of insignificance
how I love to argue
with an open heart, and laughing lips
how I love to wonder
amazed how I don’t need to know
learning is like a game of mazes
that becomes more joyful
with each wash of complexity
each breath of being
and each glimpse
of beauty
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
and well made chairs
I sink into my corner nook
boots kicked off
shoulders ease deeply
into the sleepy comfort
of an academic hibernative state
clandestine coffee by my side
highlighter of bright indecision
colored in lemon, that might be lime
but I pause before this feast
of intellectual indulgence
the twinkling of dusk falls
across my world
small city, cleanly etched
highway with a gentle pulse
for the moment, I am a specimen
spread on a microscopic slide
pressed between amber glazing
and the book heavy encumbrance
of paper scented library stacks
time pulses with my needs, roles, duties
in whatever bubbling nonsense
I will later reap from normal life
but now, it will all wait
like an aging dog on a carpet
content to sleep with little anticipation
oh how I love to ponder
in this hidden point of insignificance
how I love to argue
with an open heart, and laughing lips
how I love to wonder
amazed how I don’t need to know
learning is like a game of mazes
that becomes more joyful
with each wash of complexity
each breath of being
and each glimpse
of beauty
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
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May 2008
Libraries are like a womb, lovely place, sitting there, imbibing the wonderful aroma of books, the faint sound of pens scratching, the flipping of pages, the hushed whispers, all around is a faint sussuration of tomes and tomes of books, filled with the wisdom of the ages.
that said, well made chairs? man, i usually got the hard ones, not too much relaxing otherwise I would nod off, lol
The library can be a hushed place but as you know for us angels there can be a cacophony of thoughts reverberating throught the space. ^_^
highlighter of bright indecision
colored in lemon, that might be lime
Clever!
Ah yes, I remember the library scene in “Wings of Desire” so well! I think the hush and timeless quality of the library does engender a deeper reverberation of thought… and emotion too for that matter!
And Mapcapster… oh I wish I could show a picture of the chairs at my library… deep cushioned armchairs with built in mouse tables.. luxurious! Nodding off is always a possibility, but I do sneak in a coffee to help with that:-)
Then Catherine, you are lucky, lol, we have some hard seats around the place, specially if you have a laptop to hand. Plus they recently remodelled the bloody library, it looks like a poxy warehouse for plumbing supplies now.
But still, there are some good libraries in London, wood panelled, long dimly lighted book corridors and slightly tatty armchairs, lol.