prelude to a small idea

Poem #14 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


the silent voice
starts singing
a small idea
done loud

the discerning notion
of an ear
sits above the sound
conducting nuance
rise
and fall

rhythm

cadence

metre
beat and pulse

the ear absorbs everything
tweaks here
adjusts there

the voice unheard
the ear discerning
in the back-place

unaware
he commences
to write
a very small idea


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #15: storage space

29/01/18

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