How many books are waiting for you, impatiently, piled throughout your house or on your Kindle? Author and blogger, Diana Peach presented a challenge – write a poem or story about your TBR pile. I got inspired with the help of Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (Tap to read Frost’s poem)
Whose books are these, I think you know
Strew on shelf and floor and chair, though
I try to pass, no stopping here,
But each unique like flakes of snow.
A visitor must think it queer
To watch me touch each book that’s near
Words spread like ripples on a lake
I must complete by end of year!
I pick the Austen, give a shake
The women moan from their mistakes
Patchett and Poe aside I sweep
Amor Towles is today’s snow flake.
Each book is lovely, dark and deep
I have so many more to keep
And words to read before I sleep
More words to read before I sleep.