Poem #11 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

in the garden
of darkness
a black flower

find it
with your touch
and by smell

reveal it –
your knees
on the ground
groping –
the old fashioned way

feel yourself forward

can you see there
the black flower
of night

does she bloom yet
in the picture
that you hold
in your mind

sweet perfume
velvet dark

sensuous touch

the dark rose
upon you

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #12: tba

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