Poem #295 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
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blue sky
clear sky
he populated the blue
with
a bird
watched it flying
busy on its path
he populated the blue
with birds
with a flight
watched them gyre
a collective swerve
half spiral
a flash
reflection of the sun
he populated the blue
with flight
saw himself gyre
flash
under the sun
as fast as light
he was
the clear blue sky
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #296: the public becomes private
Frank Prem Poetry 