A Yen for Flight



To my young eyes
It seemed
Like every book in the country was here
Playful invitations
To a new world
Mysterious secrets of sages
Leather bound
Just out of reach
Curiosity drew me
Into a realm of gods and heroes
With names I could not quite say
Old tales
Reaching through the ages
Pulling me
And delighted
I fell


Song choice: Tales of Brave Ulysses by Cream
This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Birth of Inspiration: the first art that inspired my creative addiction)
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  1. UnknownApril 1, 2015 at 7:21 AM

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    1. UnknownApril 1, 2015 at 7:29 AM

      Ugh it is almost impossible to work my iPad comments, so, Rommy. Captured that joy, inspiration, and suddenly I was transported to being an 8 year old at Parramatta public library, reaching for the Madeline book and wondering what other companions lay beneath the covers of those other hardback neighbours :)

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    2. UnknownApril 1, 2015 at 7:30 AM

      Thank you, loved this x

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    3. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:30 AM

      *grin* I'm glad it brought up memories of a well loved library

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  2. GinaApril 1, 2015 at 8:00 AM

    Oh the adventures that still await us :D XXX

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:31 AM

      Indeed! I feel like I read the entire childrens section of my library several times and then the joy I felt when I got my "adult" card - bliss!

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  3. Magaly GuerreroApril 1, 2015 at 8:46 AM

    I can see the speaker throwing herself into the wind, eyes clothes, smile enormous, arms spread... ready to hug every world's adventure. I love this!

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:33 AM

      Oh yes! My imagination could chase down hundreds of adventures despite my wheezing lungs' limitations.

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  4. Debra She Who SeeksApril 1, 2015 at 8:47 AM

    Your poem really spoke to my own experiences and memories too, Rommy. Gawd, how I loved the public library and reading when I was a kid. I lived for it. And I never knew how to pronounce things either! The adults around me (even the teachers at school) weren't able to help because most of the time they didn't know how to pronounce things either.

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:34 AM

      I still blush at my earliest pronounciation of Persephone as "Purse-a-phone" LOL

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    2. Sharon RawsonApril 10, 2015 at 10:39 AM

      Me, too, Rommy! LOL

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  5. Jane KApril 1, 2015 at 9:00 AM

    I love the imagery of falling into tales of old in leather bound books, what bliss.

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  6. ElioraApril 1, 2015 at 9:03 AM

    Beautiful word pictures of ecstatic abandon, Rommy. Brings to mind all the heady colors and scents of paper and ink, leather and glue in everything from paperbacks to old tomes.

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:35 AM

      The other day I caught my oldest smilling at the smell of an old book and was thrilled the obsession ran true in the next generation.

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  7. UnknownApril 1, 2015 at 9:10 AM

    Nice. I know exactly what you mean. And how stinkin beautiful is a leather-bound book right? It's just so pretty and correct. I have bought a few (blank) ones at conventions.

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:36 AM

      I feel like once I really publish something I shall treat myself to a leather journal. Until then I shall look upon them with lust when I see them on display.

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  8. Sharon RawsonApril 1, 2015 at 10:19 AM

    You spoke my love of that hallowed place, the library! I can smell the pages now! Thank you!

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 11:37 AM

      It's hard to choose just one inspiration when there's a treasure trove worthy of Smaug in one building. :)

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  9. AnonymousApril 1, 2015 at 2:13 PM

    See, a subject near and dear to all who write. This was a sweet poem, which is not a word I use often. But this invokes a child's sense of wonder and that musty book smell that is a ghost in libraries and favored little book stores with crinkled pages and water-stained second hand tomes.

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 4:12 PM

      I tend to hide that sweet sentimental side under a mountain of sass, but a good book can pull that part out into the open.

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  10. RueApril 1, 2015 at 4:26 PM

    Just last week I ran off from my responsibilities into the arms of the library. I love it so much! Perfect reminder, your words.

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 4:39 PM

      I think everyone should take the time to fling themselves into the arms of their local library - as long as they don't knock any other patrons over in the process.

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  11. RhissannaApril 1, 2015 at 5:11 PM

    Oh, yes, I understand exactly where you are. Open the pages and fall right in! Keats said much the same thing about Chapman's Homer, so I'll put you up on the mental bookshelf with Keats. (He's my fav.)

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    1. RommyApril 1, 2015 at 5:43 PM

      Blogger needs a happy corgi emoticon for moments like this...thank you!!!!! :)

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  12. Laura MorriganApril 6, 2015 at 5:17 AM

    Yesyesyes!

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  13. Buddah MoskowitzApril 29, 2015 at 6:14 PM

    Love it! Love it! Love it!

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  14. C.C.April 11, 2016 at 11:07 PM

    This is divine!

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