Ever On and On

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
From J.R.R. Tolien ,Bilbo

My space has never been
a place, but the path
that leads away
from cairn to cairn,
over ridges, into valleys
crossing streams and circumvent
the mountain lakes, my path meanders
and leads on, and on,
away and back again.

My space is making camp,
to sleep beside a river
and being waked by rain
or sunshine heating up the tent
or to breakfast and to break the camp
to sometimes being lost and
remake my map to fit the path I’ve found.

My space may give me blisters,
I may be wet or cold, exhausted, bored
but there are places in my space,
a mountain meadow
where we eat our lunch
to mountain melodies
of water, birds, and wind.

My space, my path will always end
with solemn silence
and a waiting bed of warmth.
where space will end.

Today Ingrid bids goodbye as a dVerse bartender with a prompt on space and place, this made med think of all the places that make up a path. This picture is taken from the long walk we took last summer my wife and I.

March 14, 2023

21 responses to “Ever On and On”

Lovely first lines, last lines, and the lines between them. Sounds like the way of a human being who is being.

Beautiful and soothing evocation of a wild and natural place, Bjorn! I am sure the long summer walking trip was an unforgettable experience.

This is absolutely stellar writing, Bjorn! Wow! I especially admire this part; “My space is making camp,
to sleep beside a river and being waked by rain or sunshine heating up the tent or to breakfast and to break the camp.” 💙💙

Somehow this reminds me of a Hemingway story called Big Two-Hearted River. Such a oneness with nature and a willingness to meet it on its own terms.

–Shay

Björn Rudberg (brudberg) March 14, 2023 at 22:48 · · Reply →

That one I need to check out… to be one with nature for a long time is a amazing.

being lost and
remake my map to fit the path I’ve found.

That’s the spirit, Bjorn! Lovely immediate and accessible dVersing

I can breathe the airiness of this one, BR. Well done. Thanks

this poem calls me to the nearly wild places i remember of my childhood.

How beautiful that you can be with nature – into the valleys, river, mountain meadow, into making your path thru life. That last stanza speaks of home with solemn silence. Love the photo too!

I like your idea of an every moving and changing space. “My space is making camp,”says it so well.

This is wonderful Björn. Has a magical essence of a journey. ✌🏼🙂

Lovely photo for this meandering piece. ❤

Your “Place” will always be there for you. But not for me, I used to spend the night in the woods but no more, it isn’t safe in the U.S. to do that now.
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