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 it was
a buzz

everything
a buzz
slowly filling his mind

he navigated
on auto-pilot
connecting with this
swerving from that

but without
himself
which was engaged
passively
with the buzz

over time
he seemed to become
smaller
further away

outside of himself
began to ignore him
to non-involve
him
while he
failed to notice

smaller

he could not be sure
if he had lost something
or not but
as he shrank
away
he noticed
with almost
curiosity
the fall of one
slow rolling
tear


 

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #171: unable anymore

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