the carving

Poem #30 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

the shape
emerged slowly
a little
at a time

with its shaped curves
and curlicues

a cosmic representation
of a sway
by a breeze
kissing a path
across a still pond

never seen
never carved before

one of a kind

except for …
a resonance …
held faintly
by an air
carried up
from the deep below

and what of that

so what if the echo
is at home in a curl
out of a new desire

that is
and the carving
is still young

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #31: jungle rescue

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