full (of sweet words)

Poem #54 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

he wrote a line

bent low down
till he could taste it


wrote another line
another stanza
read the words aloud
declaimed them


he crazed
across a lined page
such cheap cheap paper
his words
so dear

smelt them

said them

drank them in and drank them up

he’s so overfull of sweet words
he’s a drunkard
a hophead
a user
a pusher



© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #55: last

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