The words that lacerated
sentenced sentences,
inked on parchment
from the ancient laws
are left to be deciphered
later in the antechamber
behind the door of this,
your dusty crypt.

The swords have dulled
and can no longer hurt
his soft librarian hands.

Yet there linger afterwards,
scabbed and scarred
a trace of past. Of you.

Crypt by Nicholas Roerich

Crypt by Nicholas Roerich

Today I join the Open Link Night at dVerse, where Gayle will host. Any poem and poet is welcome. The bar opens at 3 PM EST. Come join the fun with your one fun.

May 12, 2016

38 responses to “Lacerations

  1. And I’ve been meaning to join dVerse for quite a while now. Somehow, I felt a little intimidated by the scope of the whole thing. I’ll sit down, and spend a little more time with it first.
    Thank you so much for hosting it. It is a very kind and generous thing to do, and builds community beautifully.

  2. Mystical, fantasy, metaphor; terrific piece, brother. Your closing lines lead me to believe this is a letter to a lost love; an appeal, an explication. Nice job on it. On the second read, I got the Asian feel to it, the Zen underpinnings.

  3. this feels like a dry tomb / tome, antique & ageless in its ancience. lovely, thought-provoking piece.

  4. Yes, this does feel mystical and from a time long ago with the reference to the laws on parchment. And what a great word is “deshiffered”!

  5. Upon rereading your poem, Bjorn, the feeling of a past lover scorning you, rings out, like a church bell, on a Sunday. Great uses of metaphors, throughout the poem.

  6. They are powerful words…and even if done in the past, if well captured can still affect me deeply ~ Such is the gift of the poet or writer to transcend over time ~ Well done Bjorn ~

  7. Interesting choice of words here: deshiffered…love the use of it in this. How very like so many ways we think of lost love, past love. A dark poem but only in color. I’ve re-read twice. Just gets more interesting every read.

  8. The imagery in this lines are captivating and enticing:

    The swords have dulled
    and can no longer hurt
    my soft librarian hands.

    Where does your inspiration come from?

    I truly love this poem. It’s another one of my favorite by you. 🙂

  9. There is power in experience, and what are words (written/spoken in the right way) if not experience that happens in the mind? Even when their freshness is no more, their echos do all kinds of things.

    Really love this.

  10. Yet there linger afterwards,
    scabbed and scarred
    a trace of past. Of you.

    There have to be traces of the past. More of those love gone sour. These always manage to provoke one’s mind incessantly that put a bad picture to past feelings for a loved one. Happens all the time!


  11. I love the other-timedness of your wording (not other-worldliness), even though there is no such word in English. It has a feel of another time.

  12. Well, my mind went in a completely different direction with this – but, who knows, maybe I’m completely off base. I took the piece to be a metaphor for ancient dogma: religious? perhaps, or law? that has incited tyrannical acts acted upon by the uneducated taking the words literally (as so often seems to happen) “words that lacerated
    sentenced sentences”. “soft librarian hands” implied – for me – that the words are finally be read by an individual schooled in decyphering these kind of text. The scabs and the scars are the damage inflicted (in the past) – stirred on by these words. And “you” I read as referring to the prophet or rhetorician who originally inked the words on parchment. I do see how it could be old correspondence from a long ago lover, also. But my head went to prophets and such first … perhaps it was that parchment, Ha!

  13. The swords have dulled
    and can no longer hurt
    my soft librarian hands.

    Yet there linger afterwards,
    scabbed and scarred
    a trace of past. Of you.

    I feel a longing for a time when words between two people could carry a lethal potency. Love this.

  14. I have to say that I really like where your poetic mind takes you without a specific prompt. The last stanza is a treasure!

  15. After a day off, I’ll be doing a lot of reading today! 🙂 Starting here is always a pleasure. I especially like the first three lines here….but the entire poem is such a meaningful one! Really enjoyed this, Bjorn.
    Lacerating words……….says so much more than “cutting” words.

  16. I love this part best:
    “The swords have dulled
    and can no longer hurt
    my soft librarian hands.”

    What an intriguing image. 🙂

  17. deshiffered – what does this mean? I looked it up and can not find it on the net.

    I like sentenced sentences – as if they are locked up themselves, in bindings perhaps.

    I feel like the librarian himself is in a bit of exile.

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