Monday, January 14, 2008

Treasure Mine.



Riding into the silent past
My heart beating rapid fast

I witness times lost, recast
Relive events, openly aghast

East to West the short trip last
North and South, quite contrast

I close the book, sigh headfast
Contented heart, sit back at last!

Shut my eyes, dreams forecast
Adventure and chaos, naps flyfast.

Surprise weaves in, like bast
No jetlag in site, home ballast.

Refreshing hour, a tiny clast
Makes my day, feel dynast
A magical journey totally vast
Treasures found, what a blast!


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As a kid, I loved the little room tucked away in the West Wing of my grandparents’ home. I always referred to the hidden library as the ‘magical room’ for there was magic every time I stepped in through its doors. Here I got to journey into the unknown, a delightful world of colors and adventure where treasures were waiting to be found. For the same reason my summer holidays were filled with amazing trips into the world of words and images.

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In response to the prompt from Read Write Poem
Also in response to the prompt from
Writer's Island.
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24 comments:

Compassion Unlimitted said...

Very nicely expressed..memories and the God given ability to recall them keeps us going isnt it ?..
Seasons greetings
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TC
CU

Preethi said...

Books are the world's greatest treasure indeed.. lovely poem.. it flows so beautifully!!
The Treasure

totomai said...

i guess we all have our ow little room where we can be who we want to be even for a brief moment.

liked the rhythm of the poem too :-)

Rambler said...

"Surprise weaves in, like bast
No jetlag in site, home ballast. "

oh like the use of word jetlag.. absolutely home should be a place where we feel no jet lag :)

gautami tripathy said...

I find books treasure any day.

Thinking aloud said...

beileve it or not! i wroteon teh same thing :) but as usual you've conveyed so much in your beautiful poem as compared to my outpourings :)... some of my fondest memories are to do with books...

tumblewords said...

Books. Books. And that special place to turn pages. A magical journey, indeed!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the magic of books too

Remiman said...

UL,
You know where to find treasure! It's a gift which passes through you.
Well said.
rel

paris parfait said...

Oh yes, so many treasures to be found in books. Great flow in your poem.

Just Jen said...

what a beautiful poem into the world of reading! We should all live by that motto and read more. I loved adventure stories when I was a kid, you make me want to relive them!

paisley said...

that was precious... and oh so fun to read!!!!!!

Lucy said...

beautiful poem Ul! Books and the magical places they take us... truly a treasure! :))

Mary Timme said...

I love this as is seems most people do.

keith hillman said...

Books will always have a place in the lives of generations to come as well as those past. Technology won't - can't- change that!

Linda said...

Wow, it's so hard to use rhyme when you are only trying to repeat it once, never mind using the same one throughout! Good job!

mariacristina said...

Great rhyme and rhythm. It's refreshing to read a poem about childhood magic.

Chris said...

Week after week you make me smile, wonderful post.

Mad Kane said...

I liked that a lot!

Awareness said...

It's a great poem read out aloud with emphasis....I just did!

well done!

Prats said...

Oh yeah...there sure is some magic in "Books" And we're always in a spell..
liked the wya you've used interesting words to describe this treasure

Fenny said...

Books are great treasures ... they can take you everywhere ... just like your poem did

Fenny

Tammy said...

A beautiful example of a treasure! I love those journeys too.

LittleWing said...

beaatiful poem and rhyme...there is nothing so special as a book and our young imagination...you have pictured it perfectly...thank you