morning wakes the water

Poem #250 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


morning comes

the water
wakes

suddenly
there is light
dancing
on a wavelet

a ripple
shaping
over river-stones

a leaf
free at last
and sailing

downstream
is the sea

morning
wakes the water

the fish that jumps
is joy


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #251: grey eyes


 

I’m a little amazed at this little milestone – 250 posts inspired out of my reading of Bachelard’s works.

A lot more still to come.

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