is was

Poem #257 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


did now happen
only
because of then

I think
I understand my then
through now

am I
I am
because the past

or
was I
I was
because I now

I look back
at images

they cannot explain
the who I am
by showing
what I was

I
does not exist
that way

for I
am here
and now


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #258: sword

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