Poem #255 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
as long as I am moving
I’m alive
you know
it’s only standing still
that can kill me
every ball
that I can keep
in the air
is a sign
I’m breathing
I can’t lie still
in my bed
I toss
and I turn
then I roll over
I listen for the sound
of my heart
to reassure me
it’s still beating
I have found
my mind is changed
from the earth
I have taken to the air
the earth
good soil
will have its chance with me
soon enough
soon enough
it’ll claim me as its own
but right until then
I’ll keep looking up
to the sky
I’ll look up
at the sky
and keep on moving
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #256: the story
I can really identify with this one!
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Not sure, I responded to your comment, Anne. Busy day.
Glad you enjoyed, and hope you have a good one.
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Keep moving, Anne. Keep moving.
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