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