Mind on Fire Books

As I looked around for a misplaced microphone for work, I found myself at the center of my library office and was taken aback in admiration of my collection. I wanted to write a poem about the books I have collected for my personal library.

Odes in My Odyssey: A Library Built with Heart and Hand

Upon this cherished nook I gaze, a world I've built with hands,
A carpenter of dreams am I, with shelves on which they stand.
Years, they've rolled like ancient scrolls, each one a tale to tell,
Of how I've woven tapestries in bindings where they dwell.

Here lies the horror, spine by spine, a curation most divine,
Where monsters lurk and heroes fight, in narratives that intertwine.
Science fiction's cosmos vast, a universe within my grasp,
World literature's expanse, within my reach, a clasp.

War's echoes in the silence, bound in leather, etched in ink,
Art's beauty captured, page by page, more vivid than you think.
Rhetoric's dance with language, composition's structured play,
Boxing's dance of titans, in the ring they sway.

Egyptology's secrets, wrapped in mystery's embrace,
Philosophy's deep musings, the human race's trace.
Each cover, a canvas, each page, a work of art,
The artisan's devotion, the printer's ancient part.

The vicissitudes of life, within these pages, kept,
The world unseen but only felt, in my library adept.
Hearts of men's desires, in every line, they're sown,
In my home library, where seeds of thought have grown.

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