I have lit the firereturnedto bed reflectedoff a glossy surfacein the corridorI watch itred dreaming I waitfor the dancers warmthto reach the bedroombefore I riseto start the day until thenlet the demonscorroborate Iwill watch them ~ Poem #599 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. ______________________________________________________________________________ Would … Continue reading corroboration dance
I was taughtthat the worldis round that it spins and journeysthrough the vastnessof space right around the sun then backagainnever stoppingin that continuous journey and I’m surethat’s true I meanI knowthat it’s true butwhen I dreamall of the universemoves around me the sun comes upgoes downwhile I …Iam still right here when I dreamI knowthe … Continue reading the way it works (around me)
he was bilingual or so it seemed to him he knew the language and the words and the meaning hard words material substances he moved among them easily like an urchin grown up in the winding streets of narrow and he knew the dream words of poetry the song words and soft that told stories … Continue reading the languages of narrow
I watch myself from the glass of the mirror I watch myself do all the things that I do and I watch my back when I am turned away I watch whenever I am not looking I make foolish faces dissolved in an instant should I turn around to look at me I dance and … Continue reading what I doesn’t know
his eye was not an eye it was the sun projecting light and everything it looked at it saw just as the star will watch over all that it sees everything that he looked at he also saw then he wrote it down ~ Poem #570 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and … Continue reading the sun he wrote
as this world breathes so do I breathe as I align we breathe as one comes a moment the world breathes inside me inside me comes the moment we breathe as one ~ Poem #563 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
he stirs a cup of words taken black just before drinking immediately his head is fizz and fire immediately his ideas run like light from a distant star and the world becomes what he is and the world is what he knows another sip and he can tell all of the world in stories he … Continue reading drink and tell
he chose to reside on the other side where everything is a psychotropic and his hallucinations just another stanza one more line in another poem ~ Poem #548 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Lot 451 dream of a summer’s day with picnic beside creek two parties involved and a dog who will start now who will open the bidding for this marvelous dream there in front with you now thank you sir lady on the left now lady on the left a-a-n-d with you sir at the back … Continue reading the auction house
when the glass with the fine thin bowl fell from the careless edge of the table the decanter for a moment ceased to breathe as it tilted on its journey parallel to the wooden indifference of the table leg a spring in the mechanism of the door between kitchen and dining softly twanged almost horizontal … Continue reading the lessons learned (from the episode of the wine glass)
