Poem #267 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
see that flower
the gardener pointed
it is there
it is growing
it is good
it is there
that I planted it
it is good
because I enriched the soil
for it to flourish
and now
you can see
that it has grown
very well indeed
I watered it
so the shoots could rise
and the buds could form
with my efforts
I have made
a very fine flower
~
I see the flower
yes
the second man responded
I see the flower
it is beautiful
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #268: his name
