dream catching

Poem #51 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


before the dream was dreamt
he found the pen
in his hand

dreaming in reverse
he wrote it down
back to the start

but
how then
would it end?

how could
it end

the conclusion lost
in the haste
to record
the beginning

there was a satisfactory
opening
the centre
held a good heart

but
it tapered then
and dwindled
away

unended


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #52: he is not the same

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