Poem #262 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

an anarchy
of claws
is self-defeating

it is not the way
for you and I

we retreat we extend

we sharpen
in one motion

the flesh we mark
is four parallels

the order
among our claws
is military


I slice the air


you paw it

no anarchy
among claws
for you
and me

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #263: seemingly the painter

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