I keep creating a delightful dilemma;
running out of room for books!
Books are becoming the décor of necessity!😀
And any neat and tidy bookcases are constantly be messed!
Isn't that great?!!😊
Is this then
Ink-toxication?
I wonder, what else could it be
The slur of the ditty
Makes me rather giddy
Not as sedate as I should be
Are these yellow pages
Imbibed with the ages
Somehow playing tricks on my brain
This spell I am under
Is it real, I wonder
This feeling is hard to explain
My logic is muddled
Will-power befuddled
I don’t feel at all like myself
I'm hypnotized, I confess
By ink-induced happiness
Lining shelf after shelf after shelf
Those enticing hard covers
Are like starry-eyed lovers
All calling out, pick me, pick me
Oh, tell me, how do
I choose only one or two
Inhale, exhale, I'll take twenty-three
© Janet Martin
Such a delightful poem, Janet! And the books fit right in where you placed them, it's a good-book-look :)
ReplyDeletethank-you<3 H-m-m! I like that...a good-book-look! It can be interpreted to the reader's liking!;-)
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