Embraced by boughs
a clearing is his cave,
a cavity of viewpoints,
windows both to creeds
and devastating dogma,
in the forest, thoughts
find refuge in his home;
embraced by books
the aged librarian sends
roots into the darkness
deep below to lift ideas
for the wind to grasp
and spread as rain
for us to comprehend
… or die.
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September 13, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is excellent 👌✨
Oh, the aged librarian is back. How lovely. I like the idea of sending roots down to find and lift ideas – isn’t that what we do in libraries? Lovely work, Bjorn.
I love the aged librarian series. This photo also captivated me with its boughs and forest. I specially like the roots into the darkness deep below to lift ideas. Do or die, I can imagine the consequences.
“a cavity of viewpoints,
windows both to creeds
and devastating dogma,”
Fantastic lines, Björn and as always your old librarian poem is food for thought.
Trees squeezing thoughts out of the house.
Ah, you catch something of the sinister here … I have a mixed relationship with libraries … and as for librarians …? Comprehend or die sounds a grim edict, so please may I be let off homework tonight?
Wow. The aged librarian fitted snugly inyo this image
Much💛love
A compact verse with time-honoured standard…then delight in seeing the old librarian make his entrance, casting more mood and voice to the words.
Love the thought of the library as part and parcel of the canopy. Deep roots indeed.
I have always enjoyed this series of yours. Roots in the darkness deep below, those marvelous trees of wonder. The aged librarian is a wizard of sorts in a magical land.
Mysterious and beautiful
roots descending into darkness in order to bring up ideas ( into the light) or rain – in order to live or die… love that whole train of thought.
took me a couple of read throughs to grasp this. but i finally did comprehend. great write.
My take on these photos was about refuge too.
“A clearing is his cave.” The opposing dynamics of enlightenment vs ignorance are powerfully stated in that one line.
Björn,
Books and boughs, roots and rain, caves and thoughts/ideas: the lodging of the aged librarian breathes refuge and promise. He has that quality of both wizard and recluse: so intriguing.
~Dora
Oh, he returns, in a wonderfully dark tale of the strange. He returns to elucidate and to warn. I had always wondered where he made his home my friend. It’s as exquisitely mysterious as he… 😏
This is very profound, in a positive sense. I especially liked, “a cavity of viewpoints,” and “to lift ideas for the wind to grasp.” The last line conveys a sense of urgency. Of course, the title of the poem sets the tone, “the lens” through which the poem should be understood. Overall, very intriguing words.
And I would ask the librarian, “Will dark roots destroy the house by crumbling its foundational creed?”
A nice Librarian poem, Djorn, I like it. Now perhaps our muses won’t need to poke around in the darkness, just hold her/his net and cross fingers for a large catch.
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Ooh, my favorite part:
“embraced by books
the aged librarian sends
roots into the darkness”
such lovely lines
I agree with Lisa ’embraced by books’ is a line I will remember.