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

it is the beret
when I see the beret
I see you

when I see any beret
it is you I call to mind

he considered
it is true
the beret and the man
could be considered
as one

for he would not be seen
without it
in its place
upon his head

he cannot help
but remember
there was a time
when a beret
was an idea
of other people only

his first beret
was a stranger
a gift
and it was she
who was a special part
of the creature who knew himself
as F_

but over time
she has gone
the beret
has remained

until now
it is man plus beret
that equals the sum
of F_

without it
he is simply

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #142: the seed’s perception

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