crossroads to new day

Poem #185 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

this one runs
to the far off Never

dim your light
close your eyes
so they can adjust
then look
you can see that its colour
is ebony black

that one there
is blocked and caved
and broken

I can’t say
what trouble might lie

behind us
you know there’s nothing
for long miles
but nighttime

that’s where we live

where we have always

the fourth way runs down
I think it could go
right to hell

no one
has returned
from that road

so take the straight way
to that black horizon

if you go far enough
and if you last
so long
if you do not mistake
the darkness
for your death

there’s a place I’ve heard
when the whispers
carry long
in the tunnels

a place
where the black
does not reach out
to kiss everything

what I’ve heard
once or twice
is that they call that place
new day

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #186: exploring a new landscape


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