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Picture, Benedictine Monastery library founded in 1074.
Music, Book The Rental With It, by Rage
“ My Bibliotheca ”
– from old scribes,
to new books –
I’ve a library
Overflows,
With books
I’ve read,
While some
Want doze,
Tho be tale
Old that flows,
To ones soul
And so wait,
For old eyes
To be fed,
A said read
Afore avid dies…
I’ve books
In my veins,
That beg
Till it pains,
To be written
In stead,
Of poems
I’ve bled,
Would imbue
Near all said,
Tells it true
Of held books,
Be page anew
From birth,
Reaching out
Fated to end,
In man’s final berth!
ode per se, to books held in one’s library…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 
i can see your books smiling proudly after reading your tribute! 🙂
Ah… Marina, spoken like the creative imagery you conceive, and somehow you have put a picture of smiling books on my mind. A little bit of Greek witchcraft maybe…? Thank you Marina!
Well, you can see them smiling, can’t you?!!! 😉 Thank YOU, my friend.
Thanks, Marina… and I hope what you suggest holds true, for the volume of books acquired, and continue to grow and have done so for my better half and me over the years, which would have put us in the poor house long ago, if books had to be fed!
These lines in particular resonated with me:
I’ve books
In my veins,
That beg
Till it pains,
To be written
In stead,
Of poems
I’ve bled,
Ah so and alas, a neighbour poet ( well not so far a neighbour, as in roughly two hours from Burlington Vt.) who lives with more or less the same dilemma, though possibly in reverse. Always comforting to know one is not alone in said dilemma…!
🙂
Dear Liz and Jean-Jacques, thank you for sharing your poetry. Your words shed light and healing into an uncertain world that longs to find meaning.
Rebecca, personally at least, it is more for me to be thanking you, thus so for all of those 9 years since, of interest, support, encouragement,exposure as well as the loyal and lasting friendship that your poetic soul brought to life. You are a very special person, Rebecca and thankful I am for the privilege of knowing you and Don, thru my humble scribbles. Thank you dear friend!
Thank you for opening the world of poetry to me. I confess that, in the noise of life, I simply closed a door. The doors have been flung open.
I should add that discovering Elizabeth Gauffreau a.k.a. Liz, and her interest in my scribbles, is no doubt due to you and your exposure of my existence in the poetry world… Et voilà!