a warm pride

Poem #184 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


an unconscious thing

as he reads
intently
the brow of his forehead
furrowed
ridged

reflecting his attention
to the words
his focus
on the extraction
and comprehension
if images

and when he saw
when he
understood
the idea
in what he had read

his face smoothed
lightened
and a look of joy
emerged

it didn’t happen
always
or often

but when he saw
he felt
warm


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #185: crossroads to new day

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