the public becomes private

Poem #296 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

he saw it

the painting

hung in a gallery
for the public
to admire

he saw it
just the once
in a moment

in that moment
it was no longer
a public

in that moment
it transformed
into a private thing

a colour
a shape
a configuration
that perfectly matched
his heart

and he locked it

tightly locked

secretly held

a private
that he need never

for he owned
the feeling of it
the sensation
and the memory
of it

to be called on
and lived over

a private viewing
in his life
it was needed

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #297: the one use

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