[Kay Syrah]

Exercising some liberties with this:



The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

Dylan Thomas

Thought it would be a fun exercise to take the poem and see what could be done with the imagery and ideas. Just for the heck of it.


Reverse Engineering

The stone that cracks
the mystery
of the untold hour
where water roots
the fused energy
of the becoming
flower,

opened under crooked
clouds, that hand
the water to
the pool, and
clearing the winters
sleep draw it back again.

to lips that face the paschal sky.
deep footed ticked and tried,
time tells the argument
but the wind weathers both
raconteur and tale,
indistinguishable
in the green confusion,

and singular is the wax
that holds,
the colour and the image
of the flower that
teased the stone away
and cheats a crooked worm.

[Camachee]

i once wrote
a lady
recovering
from my
well wishes

[January24th]

The stone that cracks
the mystery
of the untold hour

Now, THAT was a great take on the theme!