Drummer, solo

The library is taste-
and colorless, desert, sea
existing only on the edge
of your atmosphere,
some would say it is larger
than the universe
while others claim it’s just
a tiny box of lies
illusion and a fruitloop dream.

You have to enter,
though alone,
to find the music
from its countless shelves,
songs of sandalwood and rose,
holy harmonies unspoiled
and when you dare
to bang the drum
that hangs beside the doors,
an ancient man
will dissolve himself from
the depth of shadows,
conducting symphonies
of words his heroes left behind
.
He will rise to be
your secret lover,
the captain of the ship that takes you from
this sunny April afternoon through
darkness into noon.
your life despite of God.

Today Punam hosts at dVerse with a prompt on music where we are to integrate at least two lines that are titles from songs by Linda Perry:

Edge Of Your Atmosphere
Sunset Strip
Life Despite God
Sunny April Afternoon
Bang The Drum
Life in a Bottle
Fruitloop Daydream
Tiny Box Of Lies
Knock Me Out
I Am My Father’s Daughter
Don’t Touch Me While I Am Sleeping
Secret Lover

To me, it felt like a poem for the aged librarian again.

April 25, 2023

16 responses to “Drummer, solo”

Oh yes, music in the library, a fantastic idea, Björn! I love the description of the library in the lines:
some would say it is larger
than the universe
while others claim it’s just
a tiny box of lies
illusion and a fruitloop dream’
and the entrance of the aged librarian is spectacular, conducting symphonies of words his heroes left behind’.

Björn Rudberg (brudberg) April 25, 2023 at 21:15 · · Reply →

I am so wondering what this man has grown to be… he will be such a mystery..

Oh, wonderful to see the librarian make an appearance! I love the idea of it being a tiny box of lies and the old librarian playing the drum.
Thanks for joining in with this spectacular write.

This part speaks to me:
“You have to enter,
though alone,
to find the music”
It is the only way.
And when you sing what you have gleaned,
may you be blessed that others may hear it.

music can be a very personal thing. entering into such a space as the library to find the music sounds blissful.
really enjoyed this

The poem has the atmospheric feel of floating on a sunny April afternoon. Sadly, still too cold for a float here. But soon.

A great poem, Bjorn. I love this:
…an ancient man
will dissolve himself from
the depth of shadows,

“songs of sandalwood and rose,
holy harmonies unspoiled”

oh Wow
like this one a lot!

much💖love

Bjorn this is really remarkable. It has such a depth and richness to it

There is a bit of synchronicity in our writing. Perhaps, I entered your library of dreams. Really enjoyed this, Bjorn.

that takes you from
this sunny April afternoon through
darkness into noon

How true it is Bjorn! Such is the power of love. Left to its own it will develop great tendencies of human nature that aligns itself to the bright side of life!

Hank

Wow. Great imagery and weaving of the prompt lines!

I love the depth of this verse Björn and you weaved in the lines perfectly 🙌

The old librarian is musical too…not surprising!

I hope to hear much more about this librarian.

His description and that of/surrounding his library brings to mind the movie The Bone Collector. Or Seven. Or maybe both. Pretty sure there were gloomy libraries in both.