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

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
into life

© Frank Prem 2018

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

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