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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Thanks for the post script on the inspiration of Bachelard. I enjoy these poems so I’m glad there will be more.
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The reading has been an inspiration, Anne.
I’m becoming a little taken over with picture poems, of late, but plenty more of the Bachelards to come.
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Oh, I love this one so much. Keep them coming, they are an inspiration to read.
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I’ll do what I can, Hélène, thank you. I’m delighted you’re enjoying them. They’ve been a significant undertaking for me.
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You have painted the picture with your words here
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They’re good materials to work with, Derrick.
Thank you.
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