moon-words, seeing sense
in the nebulae, ink-spilled onto
vellum, parchment, onto paper;
and as silence settles,
he listens for the voice
of a poet’s passing
moving pages past his hands
into dreams, as he rests his head
Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, the word today is paper, which made me think of that aged librarian.
March 21, 2022
Ohhhhh. You know I love those “moon-words”…So beautiful, B.
I knew that… 🙂
Very cool use of the prompt. The portrait matches the piece so well.
Oh, I really love this one. I love moon-words, too, and the tracing of parchment to paper.
It’s funny, but I was reading poetry early this morning that reminds me of the tone of this–and I used nebulae in on something I wrote earlier today.
“The voice of a poet’s passing into darkness”…wow, great wordsmithing. I do wonder though, after each of us is gone, how much of our work, our words, will resurface and survive? That’s why poetry communities are so precious, right?
Ah, the Librarian – how he loves paper. Beautiful wordsmithing, Bjorn.
Nebulae indeed – an endless constellation of combinations – you put each word with great impact.
You used hyphenated words well here. I love that moment where silence settles, the in-between time, where so much magic happens.
Beautiful lines 💖
Paper as inspiration for thought about the aged librarian is an awesome train of thought! I love the narrative in your poem and the crisp imagery. ❤
I like the way this could be read in two ways: passing into darkness, or the great beyond.
this deserves many reads to see where it takes me depending on my frame of mind.
‘seeing sense in starsong, in the nebulae’
Love that way of looking at at.
Nice one. The dreamers, the poets and the paper.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
I love the compound words of moon-words and star-song. That voice of the poet’s passing into darkness touched me.
Thoughtful and well illustrated with the photo, Bjorn. Kudos.
An ethereal experience. Delightful!
Glad to hear from the librarian again
The poet is a most excellent listener he must here the comet or tiger of a poem and catch it’s tail before it passes.
The atmospheric feel pulled me in on strands of words.connecting darkness. Sadness in the poets passing..
of a poet’s passing
Oh that sears deep and the images pulls you in with the words.
There is Thomas Beckett hiding in your words, with the futility and absurdity in his absent-minded quest…
The aged librarian has us all in his thrall! Very evocative images.
lovely, lovely, lovely, Björn
I imagine all the poets who have passed .. poets who have inspired writers for centuries.
How nostalgic and beautiful Bjorn.
The whole poem rustles, quietly, peacefully.
vellum, parchment, onto paper;”
So beautifully written, Bjorn.
Wonderful verse with your aged librarian ❤
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