dream alive

Poem #196 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


a dream

a long unending dream
of leaves
twisting as they rise

of sun
shining brightness

nights that are warm

a yellow
smile

a flower

a dream dreamed on
and dreamed on
like time locked
in a cell with no keys
without a door

a first touch
of water
to move through the darkness

a small touch
of water
to wake from slumber
the seed

send down your white shoots

send up your green

wake up
wake up

wake up
from your dreaming
wake
into life


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #197: the ladder (part a) climbing

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