the purpose (of the St Nemom machine)

Poem #81 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

it was
a queer contraption

clear sides

a box
of sorts

nothing within
but a kind of
vortex machinery
spinning incessantly
in a direction that
when looked at closely
appeared to be

from an open-funnel arrangement
came a strange sound
oddly attractive
seeming somehow sad
and melancholy
creating the sensation
of a tang
on the tip of the tongue

like the sharp and slightly fruity
of a sunny day
in a distant
young Spring

and the sound

the song

also seemed

I asked the man
what he was doing
what his machine
was meant to achieve

do you
have time

do you have
enough time

I do not

he said

this machine
the St Nemom machine
is a storage unit
for stray moments

all the wasted time
that washes around us
around the world

so very much of it

the St Nemom
draws it in
captures and contains it

and sir
when I judge
it is enough

why then


the future
will be mine

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #82: rid of the truth

4 thoughts on “the purpose (of the St Nemom machine)

    • It’s all a bit backwards, isn’t it? This piece was tricky to write and I can only hope it works as it should. Seems to be ok. The next piece in the series was tricky as well. Tomorrow for that one.

      Thank you Chelsea. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.


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