Beyond your fear
and darkness of your mind,
beyond the drones and storms
of burning books
is yet another spring
dappled under canopies
where morning sun
tickles tired skin and you
will find the road diverging
deeper into the wood
and further on toward the sea.
Paul Gauguin
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May 8, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
What a beautiful response: Yet another spring. How exciting this feels, the road diverging deeper and further on. I believe that we are transformed by our journeys. Happy Thursday!
It was my hope that is the journey we shall walk
you words are like the path through the woods the reader follows with a sense of something better ahead
I think we must hope for something to better, finding those paths is what it is all about.
A stirling response to the prompt image, Björn, with an allusion to the librarian in the ‘drones and storms of burning books’ and to Frost’s poem in the ‘road diverging deeper into the wood’. I love the thought of morning sun tickling tired skin.
This works well with the painting, following a path that seems confined but is not necessarily constricted, leaving the mind to imagine opportunities lying beyond.
This somehow reminded me of Leonard Cohen’s ‘What Happens to the Heart’. Maybe just the title but the song describes a journey of choices.
Yes it is a bit of those choices, I was more inspired by Robert Frost
Very Robert Frostesque! I hope the positive is capable of overriding any darkness
Frost’s roads are much the same he says, but I hope we will find that road that leads to another spring.
Lovely poem, Björn, and I adore that painting.
Paths deeper in the wood and toward the sea turn further away from a burning world — solitary perhaps but the inward and away motion speaks for the mood of the time. Well done.
The world keeps turning
ahhh – love how you brought us to feel this “where morning sun
tickles “
You lead us so economically, with the drone standing for so much bad, and the Robert Frost reference binging all it’s meaning to bear and you affirm that eventually, there will be a better time and place…
Lovely words, Bjorn ~~ as I approached mid-poem a calm fell over me ~~ the sea felt inviting, calming.
Beautiful poem to go with that exceptional Gauguin.
Drones and burning books. Too if the creepiest (skin-crawling) things out there
“is yet another springdappled under canopieswhere morning suntickles tired skin ”
Like this ,Bjorn, vivid and original…JIM
Nicely done, Bjorn. I liked the morning sun tickling tired skin…
A message of hope in a world desperately in need of it.
Sweet. I feel invited and I know why swamis go live in caves.
I sense some Robert Frost in your poem!
This is absolutely beautiful, Björn! It fills me with hope.