Poem #189 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

he dared not
to look into the water

it is deep
and in the depth of it
no guarantees

things submerged
should stay

he would take
no chance
would not provoke
a deep thing
into breeching

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #190: you, there


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