perspective

Poem #137 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


burdened
as he was
he stood outside
in the non-darkness
of the night

first
the moon

so large
above the horizon

a-glow
as though lit
from within
rather than merely reflecting

a clear space
where the black void
served
as a kind of wallpaper
behind the ornament
of an unwinking star

a planet

Venus

and away
to where the stars
wore colours
white
red
blue

and formed patterns
that he could recognize

the scorpion

his zodiac

and beyond

a change of perspective
and the stars
became a mere
spattering
upon the now dominant
black

the deep void

and he peered up at it
in the sure knowledge
that it went on

vast

forever

and he
with a change
of perspective
was a mote
of the dust
of the cosmos

it was then

at that moment
that he felt
un-burdened

aloud
to no-one

to himself
he spoke

it is beyond me
and
it is not
my responsibility


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #138: satisfying (the mirror)

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