a small cartography

Poem #77 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

the map of the world
can only be drawn
in dreams

a cartography
that sketches who
you are
you have been

where are you going

the paths
of the spirit
fade away
in daylight
can’t be seen
at night

there they are
in your dreams

take your pen
take your paper

better draw them now
you wake

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #78: of two

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