as recorded

Poem #88 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


as soon as he woke
he took his pen
and began writing

still in his mind
the dream
that he dreamed
was real

he remembered
the conversation that he’d had
the insights reached
word
for
word

and the knowledge
that the revelations
of that dream
would change his life
for good

he penned
until his account
was on the paper

satisfied
he lay back
to let exhaustion come

and looked forward
back in the land
of sleep
to describing
what he had done

but he searched
in vain
through the worlds
of somnambulance

until he woke
disturbed
and unrested
and wondering why

he looked at the page
where he had written
so intently

and saw
just one line
alone
penned by his hand

that dream
is gone


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #89: returned to the sun

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