good night
sweet flower

withdraw your head

sleep
beneath the stillness
of these waters

awake
young again

awaken
new

open
to the golden light
of morning

~

Poem #542 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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he could not sing

nor
was he
a dancer

but to show his heart

he took her
out
on a sunny day

to stand
beneath the sky

a handful of paper
mere confetti
he threw

to tumble
and turn

twist

in the sun

under
the sky

~

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cast adrift?

fallen behind?

the movement
of the sky
will not tell me

only …
I can watch

my head craned
back

to see
who
will regain

who
perchance
may falter

~

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