reflected into a corner

Poem #143 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction the mirror is watching from a corner of the room I can see reflections but the mirror sees what’s real then turns it back to me opposite is the same inverted the …

disconjuncted day

the disconjunction of a car that brings the sound of water as though the street outside is drowned and the bumper bar creating a wash a wake yet the magpie sings like a summer day spent walking a field new mown whoosh another car wordle-o the grass the sun I lying on my bed like …

notes on hope and redemption: #1 – addictive hope

Poem #26 from a second series of meditations titled: the Pilgrim (2) Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction the fundamental nature of hope pilgrim is both narcotic and human the one attracts fascinates absorbs pre-occupies the other yearns desires returns repeatedly to sip from the cup no matter that sweet transforms to bitter it is …

tidal dynamic

the car is a boat the street a waterway the wake is a sleep that eludes rain has changed the dynamic and a tide laps now at my window ~

caught you almost out loud (café artist)

I am the painter I will dash you down in a sketch in blue scrawled upon a page sitting with a strong flat white talking to a friend I will draw your streaking hair crow wrinkles at your eyes sickle moons creasing your mouth serious talk serious look serious eyes a little sunken a little …

new year doorway

Poem #25 from a second series of meditations titled: the Pilgrim (2) Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction what is the significance pilgrim of a year ending if a year is simply a circling around the sun how is that of relevance to you is yours a celestial journey transported by a turning earth through …

the seed’s perception

Poem #142 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction my world is held within an arc of the sky sometimes almost I do not see it I do not feel it but the blue above I know is a curving dome …

Ayam the Baker’s second loaf

the second loaf of Ayam the baker rose as high as the clouds drew low the first loaf was as golden as the sunshine but the second was twice as tall the second loaf towered filled with grains and with whole flour yes the second loaf baked by Ayam the baker that one towered above …

that became him

Poem #141 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction his friend said it is the beret F_ when I see the beret I see you when I see any beret it is you I call to mind he considered yes it …

one – always

Poem #24 from a second series of meditations titled: the Pilgrim (2) Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction you are now you always were you will be forever comprehend pilgrim and accept one-ness with the universe © Frank Prem 2006 the Pilgrim (2) Poem #25: new year doorway