To breathe through the poem

To breathe through the poem
The trees and

The hours of a resplendent
Fear that tocks

The gazelle and chimes the
Blueness of sky

To read through my eyes
What transpired

On the page with the ink
Bending spacetime.

A worm tells summer better than the clock,
The slug’s a living calendar of days;
What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
Says the world wears away? – Dylan Thomas, from “Here in This Spring” – Collected Poems

2 comments on “To breathe through the poem

  1. jjz3 says:

    Can I just tell you that this where I come on the web when I need art? True, deep art? Thanks man.

    • huzaifazoom says:

      Thanks John for your kind and generous compliment. When the juices are running low, and words are barely eking out, it is comments like these which make the inching forward worthwhile.

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