in the air
do you swim
do you fly
is it
a flap of wings
a kick
of the feet
a wake
behind
a vapour trail
in the sky
is it wings
or
a cape
you are up too high
I cannot tell
you are up
too high
while I crane my neck
to see you
I
imagine how it feels
to be you
bathing in air
winging
in the jet stream
I imagine
how it feels
to be you up there
a speck
painted
on the blue
~
Poem #501 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Frank Prem Poetry 
Swimming or flying…there must be a few similarities.
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That’s the way I see it when I’m writing, Mick.
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What color speck are you?
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Rainbow, I think, Chelsea.
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đŸ˜€ You would be.
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Such an interesting poem and style, Frank.
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Hi Robbie.
Thank you. I try to put myself in the hands of the muse to direct a response, in this case, to my reading of some of Bachelard’s work. That man has proven to be a blessing to me for the inspirations I’ve received from his work.
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Your poetry does not disappoint. I’ve truly enjoyed all the pieces that I’ve read. Appreciate the share.
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Thank you so much. Wonderful feedback to receive.
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