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
the brow of his forehead

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

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

his face smoothed
and a look of joy

it didn’t happen
or often

but when he saw
he felt

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #185: crossroads to new day

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