The only place
I found I belonged
was where I was never noticed
where I was always alone
Just like a book
seen but never read
I was never ever checked out
I only collected dust instead
I never had a due date
I never was flipped through
no one had an interest
just a me, never a you
Now I will agree
there were plenty of words
just not the ones
anyone had ever heard
Me / 2024
When the day turns into night
And you’re way beyond my sight,
I’ll think of you, I’ll think of you.
When the night turns into day
And you still are far away,
I’ll think of you, I’ll think of you
Even when I am not here
We still can be so very near
I want you to know my dear
I’ll think of you.
Fred Rodgers / 1989
So over the weekend, I was working a little on trying to frame a picture or two of mine. Then yesterday, I got an e-mail about a picture I submitted to the photo contest at Americas Favorite Photos and last night as I was sitting in bed, re-reading one of my poems, I was thinking maybe, I’ll submit one one of my poems to a local magazine entitled River Styx. Tomorrow, who knows.
Sincerely –
Poem Librarian
This is a word that I use a fair amount these days though it’s safe to say that for the vast majority of my life, I’ve used the word lost. Since it’s something I’ve done most of my life, as least it’s not something I worry about as I continue on my path.
It’s also something my dad did as well for most of his life and what I’ve most recently misplaced is, surprise, surprise, one of my books and in particular, my book of my poetry. So I guess it’s time to go back and create another one, re-printing all the poems I still have sitting around in other books, various flash drives and my home and work computers. Of course, what will happen now is the old one will show back up.
Sincerely –
Poem Librarian
I guess it took me just a while
until I could finally see
love would never ever come around
come around to meet me
I always wondered why
it never even said hello
I was never on its path
a place it would ever go
So now I sit here
a place all by myself
looking down the road
with me and no one else
Me / 2024
So the other day when my oldest and I went to a local art store to get some construction paper for him, something motivated me to buy a sketch pad. Why exactly, I don’t know since I haven’t drawn since probably high school. Now I just need to grab my pencils and then we’ll see what happens.
Sincerely –
Poem Librarian
Words can take you places
You thought you’d never go
It’s just that some of those places
are places you go alone
You find there are no directions
any way for you to get there
it’s all up to you
once you finally get here
But falling in love
was a place I never went
this life I’ve lived alone
would be all that I ever get
Looking back after a while
after all of my years
all that I was left with
was a lifetime of tears
Me / 2024
So I went through my copy of The Top 500 Poems last night, only to realize that Linda Pastan, the author of Carnival Evening, is not among the poets. I guess that gives me a reason to read her poetry, not that I needed one.
Sincerely –
Poem Librarian
After writing Delving into Dickinson, I realized that I’ve only just begun delving into The Top 500 Poems. I’m hoping this weekend I’ll get the chance to read some more. I know I also have a couple of photo contest I’m hoping to enter, so who knows, maybe I’ll also finally sit down and frame one or two of my pictures.
Sincerely –
Poem Librarian
Delving into Dickinson
as she would delve for me
as if we were both we’re looking for
our own mortality
Knowing not to find it
or where it even is
I guess it’s what we always thought
at least, until, then is
Me / 2024
Poem Librarian 