to measure the sweet spot

Poem #300 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he desired a theodolite a tacheometer to measure and keep up with shifting ground surveyor of the heart estimate the distance from here to happiness is it near is it far is … Continue reading to measure the sweet spot

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curiosity

Poem #299 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction to see beyond the skin he sliced the flesh with his sharpened knife the welling red that slowly turned to brown he washed aside noting the dispersal through the water to see … Continue reading curiosity

one moment : an intuition (of autumn)

Poem #298 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction my heart knew the summer flowed an ebb away but in my mind when I looked back each day stood as one alone the day that it shone the day it rained … Continue reading one moment : an intuition (of autumn)