The days we think that we are close
in glowing tangerine of ends
when evening comes it’s time to doze
those days we think that we are close
to the point when our travel slows
a silent time to be with friends
The days we think that we are close
in glowing tangerine of ends
In morning, we still break our camp
beyond horizon nests our goal
above the sun, our guiding lamp
in daybreak we still break our camp
our lodgings may be dark and damp
but memories can yet console
in morning we still break our camp
beyond horizon nests our goal
When after many days, the road
will meet that tangerine of ends
our final day when gait is slow
when after many days, the road
we rest an instant ‘fore we’re sent
a final goal on us bestowed
when after many days, the road
we meet our tangerine of ends
Jim Lambie
Today I host dVerse Open Link, we soon open and you are welcome to share your poem at dVerse.
This is an old set of triolets I wrote back in 2014, when I was obsessed with forms. I remember it was based on the images of Karin Boye’s poem In Motion.
March 17, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“a final goal on us bestowed.”
That magical light just before the blue of day turns to the black of night by passing through fire. Very descriptive.
Somehow, despite plague, war, poverty and illness we keep on keeping on, moving forward, ever forward, even though some of us are much closer to night than to morning.
I enjoyed hearing you read this. I like the idea of the tangerine and the end of one day and of all.
I enjoy the way you employ the form here, and the ‘tangerine of ends’ is an intriguing image!
How very clever. Grey and silver come to mibd at aging. When really every day we face the closing and the aging of a sunset day and tangerine become so apt in your poem
Enjoyed hearing you read this poem
Much💚love
This is gorgeously rendered, Bjorn! 😀 I especially love; “In morning, we still break our camp beyond horizon nests our goal above the sun,”.. the image gives me hope that is much needed. Thank you so much for hosting us today! 💝💝
I love the repetition mixed in with the flow of the rhymes, and the colour/fruit choice of image only makes it more interesting.
I like how this transitions into life itself.
Very nicely done, Bjorn. I enjoyed the live stream recording very much!
This is lovely, when the eye meets the tangerine sky. I think we wonder how many sunrises or sunsets will we view in the ever changing landscape, called life. I still enjoy form as I need to feel cohesive at times. The repetition often sets the pace and brings the message home.
I don’t understand the form but love the tangerine times meeting and repeating.
Triolets are very good for evoking a tidal feeling, with their repeated lines bringing the original thoughts back and back again. This is one is soft and beautiful.
I love the folk tale feeling of this mysterious poem. It reads like the forward to a wonderful novel.
I loved listening to you recite it, Björn. The form and the repetition worked beautifully to reinforce the march of time.
I love the triolet form. Now I feel like writing one. I also love Jim Lambie’s work and the piece you show us here. Some of his installations are mind-boggling in real life.