street sounds (4): rain care

a car washes up the road ssshhhhwwooowwwrrrraaaarrrhhh as the rain tappa-tappa-tappa-tap ta-ta           ta-ta comes down the street runs like a river flows the cars drift by like powered boats and the rain cares less than naught tappa-ta tappa-ta bouncing spreading wide upon the tin the rain cares nothing ssshhhhwwooowwwrrrraaaarrrhhh © Frank … Continue reading street sounds (4): rain care

hic-atoo

hep scraa-ak hep scraa-ak some of it sounds familiar scraa-ak is the love call of the yellow-crested lothario and his tribe but hep that’s a new one I scour the trees hep scraa-ak not in the eucalypts to the south hep scraa-ak not in the wattles by the creek hep scraa-ak there in the silky … Continue reading hic-atoo

tap tap

Poem #45 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction tap tap the walls for distant oscillations peri-peer the turret what comes what is close stethoscope my ears the air is noise sphyg- my blood so high so high it bursts © … Continue reading tap tap

lost (yodeling)

valleys mountains do rivers run from these rounded slopes away creatures are strange creatures harbored crevasse surprise way down below if I yodel you will you yodel me odel odel-ay-he-yee ay-ye hee I hear you do you see me we are lost here pineapple blue-scaped yodel ay he-yee yodel ay-ay I hear you oodle-oo I … Continue reading lost (yodeling)

holding close to beauty

Poem #43 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction if I dream you just right you will have magnificent wings with which to fly but how can I let myself release you scissors or shears I must stretch your so-beautiful white … Continue reading holding close to beauty

en-hues-ed

red you are my purple you are weather topography geometry a pattern in the cosmos perhaps confectionery a map into the purple dark or stepping stones from white to white and corrugations an overlay of corrugations redandwhiteandpurple oh my sweet cabb- age I think I am enamored of your subtle hues © Frank Prem, 2017 … Continue reading en-hues-ed

the astronomer

Poem #42 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he can ride the sighting from his telescope to the dying heart of betelgeuse in orion describe the horseshoe shape of one particular in a nebula tell about the galaxies so very … Continue reading the astronomer