Word – By Ulf Hässelbäck, Guest Poet


there’s a void where there once was vocabulary
there’s a patch worn through where there once were words

but I have hope

if in the beginning there was the word
and if despite the void that word was heard
then it matters little if my words are slurred
and their meaning blurry
for, you see

there is no hurry
no need to stress, scurry and scamper about
no need to stand on metaphorical rooftops and shout out
at the imaginary skyline

for there is still time
still time to be present in the present
leave the past that the demons sent you to
the wounds can heal if the bullets all went through
if some remain
you know what you are meant to do
what maybe
just maybe
a god sent you here to do

but, you say
if in the beginning there was no word?
not even a speck of dust to be disturbed
all silent and not even a nothing there to see?
that deflates my analogy?

No it doesn’t

because, you see, it is all metaphor to me
I am not christian nor muslim nor buddhist nor pagan
but as my life is finite
there’s a place where it began
as to why I exist?

Because I can

and all the words in the world are trapped in
consciousness awareness perception
so we can´t have true conception of the
eternal infinite


there are always words
words to be
served savoured and heard

that is the beginning

that is the end

©Ulf Hässelbäck
Photo by Min An from Pexels

For the second time I’m happy and grateful to host Ulf Hässelbäck, who shares this poem from 2008.

Also linking to Open Link #280 – LIVE! at dVerse.

13 thoughts on “Word – By Ulf Hässelbäck, Guest Poet

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  1. It was both a surprise and a treat to see a new face and hear you read this poem so well. It reads like a Psalm to me. Sweet words, the beginning and the end. Hope to see/read you a dVerse again, Ulf.

  2. I don’t which I enjoyed more, the work or the delivery. I suppose it was the delivered work. Welcome aboard & huge thanks for sharing! Salute.

  3. Fabulous reading, Ulf, and welcome to the gang at Open Link Night! Coming back to your poem this morning, I could hear your voice in it. I enjoyed the gentle conversational tone in ‘you see’, patient and knowing. I love the line there’s a patch worn through where there once were words’ and the repeated ‘er’ sound in the end rhymes, and agree totally with the lines:
    ‘there are always words
    words to be
    served savoured and heard’.

  4. Here we are, a brief part of the universe endued with some sort of awareness, and perhaps even self awareness. Thank you for sending yours out Ulf. I am not sure that words are the beginning o the end of it, however, it is that rail that we humans, and particularly poets ride, but I believe there can be consciousness without words, but I really think I would hate that, an aphasic stroke would feel like a type of death to me, but I would adapt. When I have an experience that I cannot put into words, that part of the universe seems elusive, if not always a little dead. I enjoyed this read from a neuroscientist on consciousness without language. So if words are a subset, trapped as you say, at least they truly are best when “served, savored, and heard.” Thank you for the entree. :)


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