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

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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
and a cane

tap tap tap
tap-ping
echoes in the dark

fog on the footpath
the halo of a lamp
suggested
a long way
away

but here there is nothing
not the roar of traffic
not the sight of sunshine
not
the warm
flowing from a fire
the red and yellow
of leaping flame

I don’t know
where
it’s gone
I can’t see
the way I should
I can’t hear the things

the crickets after rain
cicadas in the distance
a blowfly
on the screen

no
my imagination is gone
from me

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© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #172: testing (behind the screen)