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
beyond the meat
he cut

exposing
a tendon
to the air

the string
that could move
a finger
on his hand

noting
the clear
come hither

to see
beyond the gristle
lying there
he cut down
to reach the bone

tapped
the blade

tok

tok

saw the red
on white

nicked it with
the blade point

thought

this needs …

… what this really needs
is a saw

wrapped his arm

went out
into the shed

searching
again


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #300: to measure the sweet spot

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