(Carrie's spot at the library circulation desk)

Linking with Imaginary Gardens 
for Bits of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art
brought to you and imagined by Susie Clevenger

Silence was never written down.  ~Italian Proverb

I spend most of my time at work
sitting at a circulation desk where
people check out books
and pay late fees
discussing their day 
and their favorite 
series or author
while children laugh
and young adults 
and old ones as well
talk on their cell phone
as if they are home
for some we are
a home away
from home
we have snacks
people eat
kids run around 
and play while
their parents
are on the computer
oblivious to
their surroundings

yes libraries
are supposed to be
they are not...

we serve a community
where there are more needs
than just studying for a test
or looking up information
some need air conditioning
others want the internet
having important information
to print out
and then there are the
ones that want a great book
either way
there is a need to be met
and customer service is the
backbone of my career 
I am here to serve
in noise and in quiet
and I love it either way!

Now here is my actual poem for the prompt:

If silence could speak it would whisper ssshhhh
I would elbow it softly and suggest
something a little more assertive 
like shuuuut uuuup
or how about a mean glare
but silence would not listen
because silence is way too polite for that
and it does have a mind of it's own
you see silence is an old friend of mine
and we go way back
we have been through so much together
in my times of great loneliness 
it taught me the art of pondering 
life's questions and writing poetry
at night it was always close by
to listen with no judgement
there have been those that 
have shunned my dear friend
considering it empty
with nothing to truly offer
but I disagree 
it is a priceless gift
that I have learned to love
throughout the years
you see
 truly is
golden to me!


  1. Oh, I love times of silence, especially when I write. I feel I have sat down with a friend. My best writing is done in the hours of insomnia and silence. Thanks for taking me to the library and sharing your silence with me. Thanks so much for writing!!

  2. Luv your companionship with Silence Carrie

    Much love...

  3. love the noisy community library, also the silence trying to shush them!!

  4. Thank you Carrie, for writing to tell of the thoughts and ideas that the circulation desk attendant feels during his/her work day. I used to revere the silence of the library, now I still keep quiet and almost whisper, but I don't dwell on the need for that any more. I'm glad you ended with "silence truly is golden" as it reminded me of the old pre-rock song, "Silence is Golden." You probably don't remember that one.
    The refrain:
    "Silence is golden
    But my eyes still see
    Silence is golden, golden
    But my eyes still see

  5. This is a deserving tribute to silence, and all the words it can contain. Beautiful, Carrie!

  6. I think it takes training both to appreciate the silence and to make other love it. Such a long time since I visited a library, but our offices have turned into open areas...

  7. This is soo beautiful Carrie, especially love; "it taught me the art of pondering life's questions and writing poetry at night it was always close by to listen with no judgement." Sigh.. we really do need silence to be able to think straight ❤️

  8. In defining passion. It can lead to individual boarded plains of self and Thought. Leading to boarders unaquaintd to ones suroumdings, including safe and knowledgeable places. There are signs for this very thing. Unfortunately sings have become spears, memes and even glances gripped then thrown from the other village. Becoming suspect...

  9. I agree Carrie a position that offers silence and a window are gifts to the wandering pen it with truth....bkm

  10. Thanks. You reminded me of some bands that I haven't listened too for a long time.
    thank you for your sharing!



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