His hands are dry
but in the corner of his eye
a lonesome teardrop traps
the joyful rays
of morning-sun.
as the library awakes.
From dust to vellum,
pressed between the breakfast
and his dreams,
in cipher, bled in verse
are garden blossoms inked.
Victoria hosts the Quadrille at dVerse today. The word is garden and we just add 44 more words.
August 10, 2020
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh, but this is lovely! It’s wonderful to read you again Bjorn. I hope your summer break was wonderful.
Beautiful, Bjorn….morning sun in the library……
So very touching, Bjorn. I love that old man and how wonderful Klimt’s art, always pleasing.
I feel his joy and remember feeling it when our local branch opened back up. “Pressed between the breakfast and his dreams”
Such a beautiful and lovely piece! I enjoyed reading it very much.
Oh yes, the librarian is back! Nice contrast between his dry hands and the teardrop. I can feel the space, the longing…”between the breakfast and his dreams”.
Yes , welcome back. The librarian never ceases to please. I love your second stanza–incredible wordsmanship. Vellum is parchment, I guess.
I adore Klimt, your ancient librarian and the idea of his lonesome tear drop capturing the morning sun rays.
Welcome back, Bjorn. You’ve been missed!
Love those garden blossoms inked 😍 this is incredibly stunning, Bjorn!
I love Klimt’s landscapes. There’s a poignancy to this – the librarian really needs to step outside from time to time!
I wonder if your aged librarian has any plants growing in the windows? Perhaps he is more interested in his garden of verses! Very nice!
Dwight
Oh gosh–I love this. I always like your ancient librarian poems, but this one is really exquisite. The image of that teardrop, and those last lines!
Nice Work, Brother. Welcome back!
Hi Bjorn. Nice to see you back and you brought the old librarian to sit in the garden sun
Happy Monday
Much✏love
I love the teardrop trapping the joyful sun. And between breakfast and dreams, and the linking of garden blossoms. Well, I just love the whole darn thing!
Welcome back! Pressed between breakfast and dreams and that lonesome teardrop. sigh I so enjoy these librarian poems.
Between breakfast and dreams!! Always lovely to read poems about the librarian… !!
Had to google Vellum, ha! What a master wordplay you’ve weaved. I loved it!
Ah, the old librarian! Love the closing line
This whole poem is beautiful — from the teardrop trapping sun rays to the inked garden blossoms.
I adore:
“pressed between the breakfast
and his dreams,
in cipher, bled in verse
are garden blossoms inked”
Wow! Simply marvellous!
This is such a gorgeous piece… oh my goodness.
happy to see you back, Bjorn. Your final stanza took my breath away.
Exquisite! I like this, especially:
“a lonesome teardrop traps
the joyful rays
of morning-sun.”
Oh I how I missed my local library. I blew imaginary kisses to the staff when they reopened. The scent of ‘dust and vellum’ in air as only a library or bookstore can smell. Lovely write!
you are so closely related to this librarian, you capture his world perfectly!
“From dust to vellum,
pressed between the breakfast
and his dreams,”
A true librarian. Happy to see you and him again.
Im-pressed by your old librarian’s poetic life and Klimt’s flowers 🙂
I especially like the 2nd verse, and the Klimt ~