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
released
to the sky

aimed
at nothing

going to
nowhere

up
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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