His library is wider than its walls
and taller than the border of its roof,
It has oceans, mountains and paths
leading deeper ever deeper into forests.
It has galaxies and deep space void
were spiders walk on wispy legs.
There are salt and honey, both ambrosia
and toxin, both deceits and facts.
So before you open up its doors
look back with care and the world you leave
See how minuscule an ocean is,
how wee the world, compared to every dream.
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The world at his fingertips.
Wow Bjorn, this is so lovely and that last couplet is so lovely.
This is incredibly stunning, Bjorn! Love the painting by Jeremy Henderson 😀 and the juxtaposition of images; “There are salt and honey, both ambrosia and toxin, both deceits and facts. So before you open up its doors look back with care.” 💝 We must make our choices wisely!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I also loved the last couplet. ❤ It's gorgeous in imagery.
The image is so vivid and the colours shimmer, Björn. Did it inspire you or did you write the poem first and look for a suitable illustration? As you can imagine, I’m delighted to read about your librarian again, I’ve missed him and his library. I love that it is so diverse.
Oh the picture I found later… I always find that it’s better to find a picture afterwards (and it helped me with the title too)
I love:
It has galaxies and deep space void
were spiders walk on wispy legs.
—-which is fermenting in my head at present.
Before the media became a 1000 channels, with infinite choices, yes, it was libraries and book stores that were portals to beyond the mundane.
That art is spectacular. Easy to think one could get lost in it!
The world of books is worlds within worlds within worlds.
‘how wee the world, compared to every dream’
Especially now, while the world is currently a supersized nightmare.
Well done, BR.
Fabulous…like getting lost in the library trying to choose a book of dreams and leave the “wee world” behind.
Books widens the perspective of the reader. My favorite lines were “So before you open up its doors
look back with care and the world you leave
See how minuscule an ocean is..”
I love this library theme that you build on so well. This is very cosmic in its implications of how small or ‘wee’ the world is compared to our minds.
Nice thought provoking poem.
The library, whether brick and mortar or blood and bone, is only as small as that which contain it, oh but the imaginations inspire from within in are vast indeed. This is beautiful.
Beautiful verse. I especially loved
‘There are salt and honey, both ambrosia
and toxin, both deceits and facts.”
Such is life 🙂
Some doors must be opened with utmost care and thought — or none at all. The best adventures are often found with an unexpected falling, like Alice.
kaykuala
See how minuscule an ocean is,
how wee the world, compared to every dream.
The reality in life will be most apparent if one is to be more observant.
Hank
This is wonderful, the last two lines resonate with me deeply. Dreams give us endless possibilities for exploration.
Your words almost made me think of the saying “the grass isn’t always greener on the other side”.
I love how you took this old dusty library world full cobwebs and turned it into a portal into a Universe of dreams!
Beautifully written. Your last two lines are amazing!
Your title really drew me in. The infinite worlds we have the opportunity to enter through books is a great reminder of the possibilities available to us.
Your last two lines were my favorite part.
I’m enjoying the image of stories in books coming to visual life like that.
I really luv your closing lines, in this our new normal technology support world. Indeex hiw tiny is an ocean and how wide our span of imagination
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This really resonates with me: how you can lose yourself in a book, which can be both wonderful and perilous. The final lines are fantastic.
So easy to get lost in the labyrinths of the human imagination. So easy, too, to be found there.
There is an infinite number of worlds within books. Excellent!
Wonderful! How small the world is compared to dreams and imaginations. Always good to glimpse your librarian
The library is an entire universe. Wonderful depiction. I miss going to libraries.
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