what’s the matter

Poem #266 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

take seventy-five percent
of water

take twenty-five percent
of clay

knead them

knead them

knead them

knead them
knead them smooth

until they’re just one dough
and nothing like dirt
nothing like water

shape this thing
into legs
shape this thing
into arms
shape this thing
make a head
shape this thing
a body

pudgy pudgy baby body

cook it in an oven

bake it on a tray

double boil it like
a tough old bagel

cook it till

cook it till

cook it
till you set it

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #267: seeing the flower

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