sunlight at dusk

oh my sunlight I don’t believe I could make a better day oh oh my my sun-night who would … who could believe a better way? sunlight run like a river sunlight in-between the clouds sunshine all-light giver I can’t believe you still you coming down ~

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testing (behind the screen)

Poem #172 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction that is a scratch-ing sound he claws his fingers drags them down a line on the screen compares what he hears with what he heard a softened clomp surely that was a … Continue reading testing (behind the screen)

unable anymore

Poem #171 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction I stared at the wall saw nothing listened closely to … . . . . tried to write with fingers paralyzed by nothing I watched my imagination dark glasses fedora long coat … Continue reading unable anymore

bored

Poem #170 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction it started gradually a creeping sense of non- involvement things happened around him activated his responses and reactions but were in a way beside him at some point he became aware that … Continue reading bored