Poem #46 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
in his mind
he drew an image
then another
almost identical
he drew another
again
cell after cell
all nearly the same
slight differences
of instant
following instant
when he had drawn
assembled
scanned
each image
he was capable
was able
to recall
complete
the memory of a thing
that happened once
meanwhile
time
had passed
© Frank Prem 2017
Bachelard and me Poem #47: between two words (1)
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He would have liked that
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I hope so Derrick. 🙂
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Psychologically speaking, was he really something different or separate from what the images and memory were? Was the “he” another one of the images in a series?
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hehe I’ll have to confess that is a little beyond me. I just write these suckers.
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