08-JUL-2009
fireworks in the kitchen
THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER
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.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
by Dylan Thomas
One of 18 Poems printed in December of 1934.
29-JUL-2010
always and ever
I recognize the graveyard faces
suspended in their altars
and so I do not lament
as we are free together
that one day I will as well
take my place at your feet
-dc
30-JUL-2010
the lit up driver and the palm under the hood
18-AUG-2010
sunflower
a sunflower remembers
and turns its cold face
to where the warmth used to be
I found this Haiku on a blog:
http://raynah.wordpress.com/2010/02/21/a-sunflower-haiku/
29-JUL-2011
lake whitney pier on low water
