loam poem

Poem #117 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

he walked
with a shovel
to the garden

the waiting bed

leaned towards his task
and dug
began an opening stanza

the sod and soil
arranged into lines
that he could speak
from left to right
across the bed
his page

and the poem he dug
read straight
and neat

its subject was the Spring
and growing

to every phrase
his spade turned in
he added viable thoughts
of seed

his beans to be
the peas he thought

carrots and brown onion

to garden
song of table

as he finished his composition
and the garden square
his mind turned
towards the sequel

another bed
of lines to score
this time
by a metal rake
dragged through dirt
and loam
into another representation
of his heart

another poem

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #118: lull lullaby


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