more is less

I fill my time as full as I can I cram it something like a suitcase the fuller I fill it and the more that I can squeeze into every possible instant the shorter my time seems to grow ~ Poem #417 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard … Continue reading more is less

temporary permanent destruction

he was aware that every time he closed his eyes … each occasion of sleep saw the temporary permanent destruction of every thought and every idea that comprised the world his world only it is true but from his personal position his world was everything all that was all that is most of the time … Continue reading temporary permanent destruction

wandering

Poem #314 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he found his thought had broken free afloat upon its own desires separated almost out … …of touch not needing him to be complete he watched it leave saw it grow smaller … Continue reading wandering

one moment : an intuition (of autumn)

Poem #298 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction my heart knew the summer flowed an ebb away but in my mind when I looked back each day stood as one alone the day that it shone the day it rained … Continue reading one moment : an intuition (of autumn)