Poem #104 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
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an explosion
flames
and smoke
destruction
the streets are grey
with settled dust
the buildings
shattered
a chattering of gunfire
shouting
moans
and screams
huddled bundles
of rumpled cloth
of rumpled clothes
the battle is everywhere
the war
is everything
~
the bubble
beside the river
covers
a few meters
of green
no dust
appears to reach the glass
looking in
a tartan blanket
is spread upon
a patch of grass
a couple
lie facing the flow
of the water
looking out
the sun is shining
a pleasant hue
the temperature is mild
and so very pleasant
on the river
a boat
goes punting by
the woman
gives a tinkly laugh
at something said
at some small jest
the man has made
there is chicken
in the sandwiches
bubbles
in the flutes
from out of a green bottle
~
a man falls
life ended
into the water
the river holds him
as a mother might
gently
takes him
his broken body
downstream
towards the sea
the infinity
that is the sea
and somewhere beyond
a small patch
a bubble
of green
© Frank Prem 2017
Bachelard and me Poem #105: injecting the black
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