Poem #174 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
time
that melts
like French soft cheese
molding seconds
minutes
hours
every toc
and every tic
to slide
seamlessly
into the wall
time
stuck like an adhesive
to hold up
the passing moments
time
that cannot maintain
its shape
instead
showing the signs
of a fade
into age
time
I recall you well
you are not the same
somehow
you seem a little
faster
I am slow
time
my old pocket-watch
had a button
that I could twirl
that I could
turn
to restart
gone
time
alas the sun of days
has melted you
to blend
one fragment
into the next
and I recall
again
but still
I do not know
your name
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #175: introvert medicine
What is the story behind that insect?
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I don’t know what insect you are referring to?
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The header of your prompt shows a finger and insect.
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Ah well, I can identify the finger – mine. The beetle was just a random beetle. We call them Christmas beetles, and they are beautiful in their iridescent colours.
Sorry I can’t identify better than that.
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📢 I see. I think I was curious to know why you choose it for your header. My guess would be with its beautiful iridescent colors, as you stated. 💭
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Yes. Also, in my poetry I try to bring the small and everyday into centre-focus.
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Ah, there we go. That is interesting. Thank you for sharing 👌
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A pleasure to read. Enjoyed the way you ended this piece.
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Thank you. Delighted it works ok.
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I really loved this poem how beautifully you have used cheese as a metaphor to explain time.
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Thanks Megha. Just putting ideas I’ve encountered into story/poem. Glad it works.
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Amazing how time speeds up 🙂
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hehe and like the cheese – goes off.
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I love the idea that time is faster, but I am slower. So true in my life.
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Can’t keep up, gran. Sad but true.
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