Linking to dVerse poetics and feeling nostalgic with Lillian this evening…
in comfortable chair with eager arms
she opens book to uncover its charms
from pages living letters, words escape
in visions of an author’s storyscape;
such rich imaginations fill her head
with true ideals, aspiring soul is fed.
her heart in chest does real affection swell
how many pleasant hours she’ll not tell;
another’s point of view now understood
to grow inside with character proves good.
she wanders on from scene to shining scene
and wonders what a metaphor might mean.
reader will thrill at unexpected plot;
whether one owns a signed copy or not.
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 10, 2024 @ 10:24:18
I love the feel of this, I can enter into it because it resonates so deeply. You conjure the ecstasy of reading the storyscape.
Jun 11, 2024 @ 17:59:05
Thanks, Paul…glad it resonates with you!
Jun 09, 2024 @ 09:21:00
A lovely scene in what may happen i company of books.
Jun 08, 2024 @ 16:47:40
I have loved books since a young child and both of my parents read to me. When they were too busy, I’d pore over the pictures. I’ve been a reader ever since. As a result, Lynn, your lovely poem (so artfully constructed!) warmed my heart, reminding me of all the reasons I love books!
Jun 11, 2024 @ 17:57:56
I’m glad it warmed your book-loving heart, Nancy! Reading provides children a strong foundation for learning and discovering the world.
Jun 12, 2024 @ 15:21:16
Indeed it does!
Jun 06, 2024 @ 13:13:09
Loving the rhyming here…..and oh my yes….those first few lines set the scene….to settle in to a comfortable chair. Hah! and you’ve suddenly brought an old old memory to light for me…..as a young child, my mother always took me to Saturday morning story hour at our public library in Waukegan, Illinois. It was downstairs of our Andrew Carnegie built/funded library — a historical building that the city has had the sense to preserve over the years (I am now 77). Our children’s librarian, as I recall her, had wire-rimmed glasses, dark hair pulled back in a bun, wore dark dresses and chunky dark oxford heels. She had a huge (in my child’s mind) leather book with a ribbon in it. She’d open it via the ribbon, and then “take attendance” somehow….did she read names aloud of regulars? Did she ask our names? Can not recall exactly except I was always so proud to have my attendance noted. Then she’d read loud to us. Back upstairs, I’d go to the children’s section while my mother was wandering the stacks – she was a voracious reader. I especially loved the Betsy Tacy Tib books by Lovelace…..and Flicka Ricka and Dicka. Okay….I’ll stop now. Thank you for stirring up these memories and for posting to the prompt!
Jun 06, 2024 @ 18:34:45
Thanks for a lovely prompt, Lillian, and for sharing your library (and librarian!)memories! My mother took us to local public library every 2 weeks so we could check out more books. It was a stone, vine-covered building with lattices in the big windows…a magical place for me.
Jun 06, 2024 @ 11:18:29
Love how you set the scene, told a story! Cheers.
Jun 06, 2024 @ 13:08:56
Thanks, Helen 🙂 Cheers!
Jun 06, 2024 @ 08:03:49
“words escape in visions of an author’s storyscape,” .. yes absolutely! Beautifully done 💝
Jun 06, 2024 @ 13:09:31
i appreciate your appreciation, Sanaa ❤
Jun 06, 2024 @ 07:44:10
“such rich imaginations fill her head”
That’s what reading does for me, also. My three children love to read and most of my grandchildren. What a joy reading is… and your poem.
Jun 06, 2024 @ 13:12:21
Thanks for your comment, Debi. It’s wonderful to share books with grandchildren…I like reading aloud to mine!