into lion

Poem #166 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


what is my
metamorphosis
but urgency
and energy

frenetic
desperation
that means nothing
can stay the same

nothing
be left unchanged

or perhaps
it’s just my vision
the way I see
is new

prey
into predator
the world now
at my call

perhaps
it’s just the way
I see now
maybe
nothing else is changed

but
for now
I will let my claws
descend

I will stalk you
through the forest

I will roar

hear me
change


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #167: the miner reflects on his mountain deep

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