renewal

Poem #13 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


dulled in heart
listless

he searched

haphazardly

dispiritedly

a drawer
a bench top
beneath loose papers

a slow ordeal
ill directed
and half

almost

abandoned mid-task

but his hands
alighted
finally
on the small box
with flint-lined sides
and one remaining
sulphur-headed
small stick

his hand shook
a little
as he made the commitment
and struck

sulphur to flint
sizzle to flare

at the spread of the glow
the stability
of the flame
he too steadied

applied the burning stick
to his candle stub
already almost devoured

last match
last wax and burn
but
for now
gazing into the steady
spirit
of the flame
he was renewed


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #14: prelude to a small idea

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “renewal

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.