poetry

BOOKSTORE

there is nothing quite
like a casual stroll
through the bookstore:

should you swim with
the dolphins, or take
flight with the birds?

float down a red river,
dine with luxe royalty,
or slip into the past?

maybe pledge a cult,
then rob a bank, and
fall in love at last.

hundreds of tempting titles,
thousands of pompous pages,
millions of witty words:

a few special invitations
from a slew of suitors,
but the choice is yours.

it’s really up to you,
where your written
fate leads you next.

who knows what you’ll
uncover in the elected
voyage of your text.


DAY 2 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.

Thank you guys for joining me on Day 2 of this poetry journey! Today’s title is “Bookstore,” which was aptly written in… You guessed it: A bookstore! Since I’m a college student always aching to get my studies done, I headed to a bookstore yesterday in order to crank out some homework. While there, my idea for this poem became pretty clear.

Most of you guys reading this will probably know exactly what I’m talking about: Bookstores are pretty awesome places! With the rise of the eBook market, bookstores have an even more special place in my heart. For us bibliophiles out there, getting lost in a bookstore is pretty close to paradise. You could probably drop us off there, and we’d be content for a few hours (maybe even a few days for some).

So this poem is my love letter to bookstores. I’m so thankful they exist, because without them I’m not exactly sure what I’d do with my spare time. If you haven’t been to one lately, please go to your nearest one and peruse the aisles. You’ll do yourself a favor, I promise! (Especially if you’re in need of a tropical vacation, but don’t have the money to hop on a jet to Saint-Tropez…)

❤ ❤ ❤


THANK YOU.

Happy Labor Day to all those in the United States, and happy Monday to all! For those of you who are unfamiliar with Labor Day, we celebrate this holiday in the United States as a way of honoring all the hard workers out there and remembering to take a day of rest as well. Plus, Labor Day is an unofficial way of marking the end of the summer season, and acknowledging that autumn is quickly approaching (though it may not feel like it for some of you out there).

Anyway, I hope you guys have a wonderful day, and expect more poetry from me tomorrow. ❤

-Katie Kay.cropped-image-1.jpg