arrow the air

Poem #140 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

this creature of air
dreams in arrows

flight after flight
to the sky

at nothing

going to

out of sight
beyond the reach
of my eye

even while dreaming

I can only release them
I cannot be guide

shade my eyes from the west
they seem to
seek the sun

always descending
always too far

while I await them
send out another

send out another

fill the sky up
with arrows
avow that the air
is all mine

only the sunlight
sinking away
seems beyond reach

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #140: that became him

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