crude: the marvel

he was crudestuff he was raw butwhen he lit himselfoh a flamea bright white lighthe burned untilclean againhe shone he warmed he wasa marvel ~ Poem #594 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my … Continue reading crude: the marvel

reverie (gone)

I live inside a reverie a candle waved by its own flame in the heat of the glow I reside I am overtaken by reverie candle melted by its own flame I shine brightly and then I’m gone and then I’m gone ~ Poem #588 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and … Continue reading reverie (gone)