Poem #141 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
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his friend
said
it is the beret
F_
when I see the beret
I see you
when I see any beret
it is you I call to mind
he considered
yes
it is true
the beret and the man
F_
could be considered
as one
for he would not be seen
without it
jaunty
in its place
upon his head
yet
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
not
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #142: the seed’s perception
Nostalgic
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