Dylan Thomas
Photo credit: Nora Summers; copyright, Gabriel Summers
May 14th is the official Dylan Thomas Day. I am so honored to once again have one of my pieces in this wonderful anthology. Clicking on the link will take to the site where you can read all the wonderful poems. My poem is below.
The Sounds Tapped from Dylan’s Pen
In the forward moving green of time,
he takes up his singing quill,
records the thunderclap of politics;
great losses, deaths of children.
In the forward moving green of time,
he takes up his singing quill,
heralds treaties of peace
with the moon as his guide.
His muses:
30 days of the chitter of birds,
cloudless skies,
the dominion of hope
shouted beyond despondency.
His wild soul studies and records
triumphant voices in nature,
the daring of the lunar proclamation,
trumpeting his rise above
all noise that seeks to break his spirit.
In the forward moving green of time,
time that created his anthems
now chooses to silence them.
The feather cracks,
and his sounds grow mute.
Critics say his work was
sound over sense,
but what sense is there
in a world without sound?
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