fallen picturings

Poem #32 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

the imaginary man
walks the world
with the burlap sack
of his wild ideas
across a shoulder

can you see him
can you picture

is he in
the wilderness

is he a pioneer

he’s a racetrack driver

maybe when you see him
he’ll be in a spaceship
on his way
to orbit
around the moon

but wait
just there

did you notice
from a corner of his bag
just fell
behind him

there seems to be a hole
there seems a leakage
it looks like idea-
and picturings
dropped to the ground

look now
look closely
will you pick it up
take this stuff in hand

can you feel it moving

what do you see
in what was left
for you
by the imaginary man

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #33: the lacquered box

4 thoughts on “fallen picturings

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.