Hooray for books!
If you have read my blog before, you know I am a believer in synchronicity. Synchronicity happens. Sometimes, I think things, and they happen. I am not psychic, just intuitive. It freaks my husband out. I have learned to live with it. And, for me, it’s an after-the-fact kind of thing. Like today’s prompt at onedeepbreath.blogspot.com It’s books! Books! I had a book weekend and was thinking how I needed to write about it!
Hooray for books! My favorite obsession. I finally, finally visited my favorite used book store this weekend. On the way there, just as we were about to turn left, I spotted on the right a huge white tent, 20 long tables, filled with books! A little country library having a book sale! Oh the joy! Oh the books! Bags and boxes of books! My plan is to make a series of linking haiku just using the titles. Ah, well. Did I mention the kindergartener and the one-year-old?
Here are my haiku about the one thing competing with cats and fish for space in my house…
Books seem to find me.
Clever titles, bold covers.
I am never lost.
It’s gone beyond books
scent of ink, cool, glossed covers.
Haven’t read in weeks.
Box holds twenty-odd
garage sale bag breaks at ten.
Never enough books.
Daily siren song
smooth straight spines, bending the truth.
Just who owns who here?
pulling smooth books from full shelves
fed on words alone.