I did write this poem yesterday, but got so caught up in promoting NaPoWriMo to my students that I forgot to post here. Plus it’s still technically April 1st in the States, so yay for wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff! Anywho…here’s my start to NaPoWriMo. Never done it before, not really much of a poet, but here goes nothing.

A Librarian’s Lament

I’m a librarian locked away from her books. 

So I find stories in crannies and nooks. 

I write them all down

With nary a frown,

‘till late with despair,

Throw them up in the air

And lament my inability

To find some tranquility,

In my own sad tall tales

Reading like poetry fail.

Guess I’ll have to make do

With a digital library too. 

But I miss my hardback and my paper

With its smells and its tears and its capers

With the notes left behind,

From the readers once fined, 

For leaving too many a stain

On their wand’ring, fluttering lanes. 

But I guess I like the stories in them too. 

So I’ll read from a screen and make do. 

But boy, I can’t wait,

To get my hands on a crate,

Of the books I’ll check out, 

When we’re out of this drought.