friends parting

Poem #183 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


 

come
I will carry you

the quiver spoke

you are no burden
friend
we are together
we are one

until I see you go
in glory

I will watch
your rise

~

rely on me

the bow reassured

for I am strong
and I will bend
for you

rest your shaft
against me

be as one
where we touch

while you wait

I will give you
certainty
my gift to you
is trust

and I will
kiss your length
as you pass by me
free
at last
to fly

~

nock to me

demanded the string

be sure
feel me
in my natural home
within your groove

tight
and hard
we are united

I will not draw
until you ask me
but then
I will
as far as you
may want
may need

I will sing for you
a thrumming song
to lift you
into sweetest air

go
my fleet one

~

fly

into the blue
out of all sight
too fast to see
where you go

fly
secret one

the sky above
is yours


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #184: a warm pride

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