Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Books

“A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou” — Omar Khayyam

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 Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested;” — Francis Bacon


“Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.” — Bertolt Brecht


“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.”Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life




Midweek Motif ~ Books


These days we read both P(Print)-Book and E(Electronic)-Book. We may be traditional (being raised on ink and paper) only interested in a physical book or be prone to more complex technology. We are the happy denizens of the world of Books.


How are you connected to a book? How is your book world? How was your first meet? You might want to honor a book special to you.


The material quality of a book that is the smell and feel of a p-book of the olden world or the pleasure of tapping the glass surface of an e-book might find its place in your lines today.


You might include anything that’s also connected to books: any place, person or time.


Share your experiences of this magic world:



The Reading Mother
by Strickland Gillilan

I had a mother who read to me

Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.

I had a Mother who read me lays

Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales

Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things

That wholesome life to the boy heart brings--
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!

You may have tangible wealth untold;

Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be--
I had a Mother who read to me.




My Days Among the Dead Are Past
by Robert Southey

My days among the Dead are past;
    Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
    The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal,
    And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
    How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead, with them
    I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
    Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead, anon
    My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
    Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.



There is no Frigate like a Book
by Emily Dickinson

There is no Frigate like a Book 
To take us Lands away 
Nor any Coursers like a Page 
Of prancing Poetry – 
This Traverse may the poorest take 
Without oppress of Toll – 
How frugal is the Chariot 
That bears the Human Soul –




   Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—

             (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Holiness /Holy Day)


29 comments:

  1. So many places I could have gone with this prompt! Thank you!

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  2. Hope you like the prompt friends :)

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  3. Thank you Sumana - books are definitely a passport to lots of different worlds :-)

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  4. Good morning, friends. Great motif, Sumana. I hope it's OK if I share an older poem related to books. I'm writing a poem a day for poetry month on my Magic of Words blog. Thank you :)

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    1. Enjoyed your poem so much Loredana :)

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  5. A motif for all the bibliophiles, bibliophages, bibliomanes out there... :-)

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  6. Thank you for this brilliant prompt, Sumana. :-)

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  7. Thanks, Sumana. I have traveled far in books.

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    1. Yes and the book path is ever so widening with pebbles of wisdom, always to be found in your words Sherry...

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  8. Ha, posted one, then thought of a better one!

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  9. Great prompt, Sumana. I'll be checking in between doctor appointments and an evening show. I used to carry a book with me at all times, but now, I have to be careful of weight and carry as little as possible. Kindle Fire helps, though it still seems weird to "turn" its pages. Have a great day everyone.

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    1. Yeah...now I've learnt to be careful of weight too...haven't had that kindle experience yet...

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  10. Books is a great prompt! Hard to choose but I finally went way back in my memories. Hope you like it.

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    1. Thank you Bekkie for the gift the delightful poem :)

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  11. Thanks for this prompt Sumana. I hope we are always free to choose whatever we want to read.
    Hope you're having a good week.

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    1. Thank you Myrna, it's already bright Monday morning here, have a wonderful week ahead :)

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  12. Sumana, I really enjoyed this prompt!

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    1. Thank you Mary, specially for the gift of that wonderful poem.

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  13. Nice prompt Sumana, Thanks for another open pantry door

    much love...

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  14. Ah, books – very, very important to me.

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  15. I don't bother about their looks; just love books!!!

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