Poem #69 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction from Mars it could barely be seen it was hardly visible from the Moon in high atmosphere it appeared a little wider than the breadth that is a hair so what could … Continue reading detail – nothing (from Mars)
I do not recall my name nor who nor what I am I don't recall and you do not know so hum the part and that will do it is all one and you are all the same to me ~ I am a long time ago by now under sun and storm I have … Continue reading detail – oracle (of sorts)
do you doubt the world is changing little one do you not see yourself caught up in the whirls the whorls of turmoil like me like me you too will wither like me yes even like me the future will happen while you idle waiting there it is there it goes it is gone like … Continue reading detail – in the maelstrom
HA HOO HOO HA-HA-HA oh oh stop it no .. HOO-HOO-HEE-HEE stop oh please just hmph-hmph ha-ha-hoo it's not ... hee-hoo-hoo it's not funny no ... hmph-hmph stop it please hoo-hoo hoo © Frank Prem, 2017 November 2017 Poem #20: detail – in the maelstrom
drift-goat I am of the wood of the sea harsh etch-work by sand by the wind adrift-goat I am by the whorl of my eye I see you © Frank Prem, 2017 November 2017 Poem #19: detail – the joke
