pea leaf and river

Poem #146 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

he set his house
and a sail
on a pea
then rode the current

for the sea was south
and his house
so small
could bob and bounce
and float
while his spinnaker
embraced the wind

or else he rowed

he caught three leaves
that fluttered as they fell
from the sky
into the river
on a common path
towards the end

a raft
made of pea and leaf
a house
and the river road

he remembered the wind
and so he sailed
from the up
to the down below

to the end
that is waiting

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #147: yesterday?

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