You might still find him,
a hermit hiding,
in the philosophy section,
sipping syllables and tea.
He’s brimming with answers
but lacks the matching questions.
But if you ask him for directions
(or a quote)
he just mumbles: “Why?”
Maybe growing old is
an old encyclopedia
with uncut pages
filled with faded facts.
Today Grace hosts OLN at dVerse. Bar opens at 9 PM CET. So get over with your poem and join the fun.
—-
September 7, 2017

My favorite line, “sipping syllables and tea” ❤
Like all avid readers that is what we want to do I think.
Answers, not questions? Love also that “sipping syllables and tea” ~ As I grow older, I keep asking more “whys” ~
“sipping syllables and tea” – I like him already and shall be him soon.
– Esme upon the Cloud
Oh! My goodness! This poem is my favorite of yours.
Indeed, the philosopher can’t understand the simplest of things…
but, when asking him a question it always leads to ‘Why’?
“Sipping syllables and tea” That image is avant garde. 🙂
A book of life, i nthe end the pages wil lal lbe yellow.
Perhaps it is…I am told people don’t use encyclopedias anymore, maybe wikipedia?
”But if you ask him for directions//(or a quote)//he just mumbles: //“Why?”” – sounds about right from where I’m sitting. 🙂
Lovely to see the Aged Librarian again after his summer hiatus!
I still have no idea why that image is attached to my profile, it doesnt show up anywhere else. Sigh.
I will check my wordpress settings… something strange.
I like sipping syllables and tea.
I have almost stopped asking why. It seems it almost doesn’t matter anymore. What will be will be regardless of how many times I ask. I love this Aged Librarian. He is so…..wise.
Nice!!! Kisses ❤ ❤ ❤
It reminds me of someone. Not sure why the particular memory, but thank you for the trigger, Björn.
It’s a part of an ongoing installment for the aged librarian that I’m writing about.
I love this! Especially “sipping syllables and tea” …❤️
The Aged Librarian is back! I was at the library this morning and none of the librarians sipped syllable and tea in the philosophy section. Next time I’ll check to see if one might be hiding in the newspaper section. I do like your explanation of growing old, Bjorn!
Ah yes… My old (expensive) friend. Elegantly written.
children are filled with the question “why” – perhaps that is a wisdom that returns to some with age!
I’m charmed by that old librarian sipping syllables and tea. Such a soothing read.
Cutting and real, is this. Curmudgeons tend to keep their facts private. Also loved the sipping syllables and tea. Great observations are made in the library, Bjorn.
Agreed – “sipping syllables and tea.’!
Love it, even if it echoes slightly uncomfortably in my ears! A very ‘grown up’ piece! 😊
“…in the philosophy section, / sipping syllables and tea.” Ah, yes! He became exceedingly real with these words. Nice!
I am fascinated by this character, Bjorn. He is a bit of a curmudgeon but I would love to hear more from him. And the sipping syllables and tea line is off the charts cool!
Well, like everyone else, I love “…sipping syllables and tea…”. It gave me a smile that continued throughout as he mumbled his way through his “faded facts.” Really a fine write, Bjorn.
I could actualy envision him with his reading glasss and tea, mumbling at every interruption. Great poem!
those were the golden books of the curious minds before. worth remembering how we tediously flip those pages. 🙂
I too love the line sipping syllables and tea – great write
mm, sipping syllables. delish!
Sipping tea and aging will never be the same after reading this, Bjorn.
But if you ask him for directions
(or a quote) he just mumbles: “Why?”
Perhaps he thinks everyone should be able to access on their own (without his help) given the myriads of info readily available.
Hank
Can the right question be found to elicit an answer other than why from the syllable sipper I wonder?
I liked the description “sipping syllables”. A mental tea, I suppose.
So true. In this internet age, our volumes are simply decorating the bookshelf…
I especially love where he is sitting, sipping syllables and tea.
Your eloquent poem just gave me nostalgia pains. I remember being a young boy. My eyes lit up whenever I found out someone had their very own set of encyclopedias. It was a simpler time, before the internet rendered them obsolete.
Perhaps aging can be seen as a slowly passing into a regal irrelevancy, much like the dusty books I once loved. Excellent poem.
(I recall the Dewey Decimal System too, but that just confused and infuriated me.)
Filled with faded facts. Perfection!
Perhaps it is, Bjorn. Good write. May I ask if the book came out yet for the pub? No one has told me anything since the initial emails. Thanks!
We are still working on the layout… be patient with us… we will let you know and make you all part of the release of the book.
Oh I am believe me! What you are dealing with is my excitement at being included. I often feel invisible in the crowd (my fault I’m sure.) Thanks, Bjorn!