It's another shift - a new month dawns; we spring ahead and are looking to fall back. Perhaps you're in desperate need to breathe, pause to gather your thoughts as time seems to be careening ahead.
As writers, poets, do you collect book clutter? Do you stockpile books and suddenly realize, you will never have enough time to read and reach into the depths of all the wealth of words to consume?
So it is, I offer you a quote: from a series of books I so enjoy -
"One can learn from a glance at a person's library, not what they are, but what they wish to be."
from - Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd by Alan Bradley
So what are the absolute books, choose perhaps 1 or 3, that no matter how time rushes on, you turn to, again and again, because they are the ones you hold steadfast and true, in your spirit, your heart, your mind?
Share your selections in the comments if you wish ~ curiosity cues this cat's interest.
And now, on to the Platform.
Select ONE of your poems, it's entirely up to you which you choose - and showcase it here.
Link directly to the post/poem in question, so readers can easily find it, and share their thoughts and comments, with you. Mr. Linky is looking forward to your entries.
Pop back round to read and enjoy what your fellow Toads and Travelers have offered for our pleasure this week.
Happy Reading and Poeming.
🎇💡📣And. And. AND. Be sure to stop back in on Wednesday to catch-up on _______: A Toads Chat. Tomorrow will feature a wonderful interview/chat session between two members of the Garden - be sure to check back and meet/greet and/or reacquaint yourselves with some wonderful people. 😄