what time when

Poem #8 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


yester-nothing

 

 

tomorrow-nothing

 

 

now

 

 

the void
has swallowed everything
that ever was

the void
is holding everything
to come

me?

I am only now
I am only now
I am only now

once I was
then
which is gone

once
I will be that
sometime

sometime
this time
was just now


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #9: real weight

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