It’s Poetry Friday! Chelanne at Books4Learning is hosting!
Today I have a haiku inspired by a visit to the university library . . . though this photo is not of our library. I hope your weekend includes some relaxing “reading”!
It’s Poetry Friday! Chelanne at Books4Learning is hosting!
Today I have a haiku inspired by a visit to the university library . . . though this photo is not of our library. I hope your weekend includes some relaxing “reading”!
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Nice! I *might* have napped in a library before… though usually I am the get-it-and-go kind of patron, so I can curl up in my favorite spot at home. 🙂 Thank you for sharing! xo
Hidden corners can be just right for reading, writing, or napping. I think college students often have their favorite library study/nap spots!
I used to wish I could get overlooked in the library and stay there all night reading. Maybe I’d take a nap, but mostly I just thought of all the amazing books I’d get to read undisturbed! Your haiku brings me back…
I love this, Keri, have fond memories of time in the ‘stacks’ at my library, books and books, & maybe a little nap.
A nap in the stacks…ah, a quiet spot to escape. Love your poem, Keri! =)
Brings back happy memories of taking out periodicals and camping out in too-comfortable a chair. 🙂
I don’t think I’d risk a nap in such a public place, but I do love being able to just put the book down and fall into a dream when I feel my eyes begin to droop as I read!
LOL. The books that lulled me into the deepest sleep were those of my college major. And then I became a librarian. I love that I can close my eyes in a library and let my mind relax. It is home. Thanks for the short, sweet bit of light in my morning.
It’s been a long time since I even thought about a hidden corner in a library. Thanks for bringing back some fond memories of college days. Thanks for sharing.
Where I went to college, there was an stone castle building that housed the library. If I remember correctly, a large new library opened in my sophomore year, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the small old library with its arm chair next to a radiator. Doubtless many a freshman, besides myself, was put to sleep.