the one use

Poem #297 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

there is only

for a fire …

he said
as he turned to face
from the heat

warming his behind
against the chilly night

… only the one use …



to resume
his chair

… and that …

as he fixed his gaze
on the grate

filled to overflowing
by the glow
of hot coals
and embers

… is
to look
at it …

he forces an uprising
of sparks
by a vicious stab
of the poker

… to look at it

to think

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #298: one moment : an intuition (of autumn)

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