changing the story

Poem #319 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

sit down

do you forget
who wrote you

I have no intention
of allowing you
to run
in any way you choose

this story you are telling
comes from me
you will recall

but I look at you
written yesterday
and don’t recognize
the colours that you wear

I look at you
this morning’s words
the story that I thought
you have changed

who told you
that you may alter
gave permission
to shuffle
all my thoughts around

I would put a line through
I’d delete you
I find I am
a little bit


to find out
what you will say
when next I turn my back
when next I pour
more of what I think
and what I saw today
what I am

how will you change the story
of me

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #320: neighbourhood watch

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