His life’s a/maze
of songlines, blind-
alley-stanzas
& unrhymed end-stops, but
there are days when
he’s been enjambed
riding on a roller coaster metaphor,
where sometimes
just before the final plunge
vistas has been opened;
being so exquisite
that they will be forever inked
inside his library
of everlasting images.
Sometimes the librarian
asks himself:
is the library the venue
where his dreams unwind
into a new reality
or are his dreams made from
words already in existence?
David Burliuk
Today it is Open Link at dVerse with the posibility to either link up your one poem or attend locally either today at 3 PM EST or on Saturday at 10 AM EST. The link to the meeting will be published at our site and I will be hosting
Hope to see you either linking up or as a participant. We are using Google to connect for the time being as it gives us a full hour to meet for free
September 14, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A beautiful, fascinating question, Sir!
❤
David
Maybe a little like Plato and his cave
Dear Bjorn, as an ex librarian – back in the day when I had a proper job! I resonate with this and its insights every more deeply… Love the xperession of your question too. Echoes of Borges too, of course…
Borges is one of my biggest inspirations for the series
This is exquisitely drawn, Bjorn! I especially love; “there are days when he’s been enjambed riding on a roller coaster metaphor, where sometimes just before the final plunge vistas has been opened.” 💙💙
Yes… I wanted to tie the poetry to poetic terms.
Smile. Ai love your question, artfully pointed to by the beginning of the poem. And yes, aI have a shelf myself …
We all need to have places for our books.
Inspired by the librarian earlier in the week I visited our library today and it was a treasure trove,-I think the library is the venue
where his dreams unwind
into a new reality.
Thank you Alison… the librarian is an ongoing character of mine.
Love your opening lines. A great question at the end. Sort of like the chicke and the egg!
It could be yes… and also the questions on the uniqueness of our dreams
Can both be true, and will the “new reality” be all the more richer for it?! Love the a/maze/ment! Love the librarian’s questing mind and the magic realism mystique.
I think I might be hiding behind the librarian a bit.
The last stanza! How often we find ourselves in the words of another. Read a quote, forget by who: we read so we know we are not alone. True dat.
Yes, we do… and so often a book reminds us of a dream we’ve had.
I love the aged librarian, Björn, and now I have the poem in front of me, I can see the wordplay in the title and opening lines. – I especially like ‘blind-
alley-stanzas & unrhymed end-stops’ and the final question. In future, I will be wary of being ’enjambed riding on a roller coaster metaphor’!
But you need those metaphors for the vistas I think.
Oh, yes, this! I love your librarian. I always wanted to be one. I especially like the first few lines, the blind-alley stanzas and unrhymed end-stops. But the final question, as it must, remains unanswered.
A question impossible to respond to
I love this poem Björn and I would love to see a collection of all your librarian poems – as wordsmiths the librarian is such a telling metaphor…
It is on my bucket list.
Enjoyed seeing and hearing you read this poem
Happy weekend Björn
Much🖤love
This is a very jaunty poem for the librarian, a roller coaster!
I love the question at the end, and it does seem like something the librarian would ask himself.
I also really liked: “there are days when
he’s been enjambed”
that they will be forever inked
inside his library
of everlasting images.
To think that efforts are already made for the storage of such creations! Great write Bjorn! Love it!
Hank
This made me smile because I relate. There are so many combination of words that we struggle to put together to make something new. Is that possible?
“or are his dreams made from
words already in existence?”
I often wonder.
The librarian questioning dreams. Each volume on the shelf is a dream of sorts as the words transport the reader. I went in a huge corn maze today. I was amazed with all the twists and turns. Standing tall amongst cornstalks.