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Spring’s Unfolding View

—after Dylan Thomas’ “The force that through the green fuse drives flower”

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower drives me new,
that blasts the roots of trees, likewise is my destroyer too;
and I am dumb to tell the crooked rose this, as are you;
that my age now is bent as well by spring’s unfolding view.
Bermuda grass is dormant, tan, and dry, as straw accrued,
and rosebush stems, are crinkled, wrinkled, really hard and crude;
the leafless oak without its cloak, is gray, contorted wood;
but all of this alive, that drives and thrives, God found was good.
Still, I am dumb to tell how time ticked heaven round the stars,
but, for as long as I can I will drive despite time’s bars.

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Bruce Dale Wise is a poet and former English teacher currently residing in Texas.

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2 Responses

  1. Paul A. Freeman

    One of the finest images I’ve ever read: “I am dumb to tell how time ticked heaven round the stars”.

    A lovely poem about the passage of time, and resilience in the face of it.

    Thanks for the read, Bruce.

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  2. Roy Eugene Peterson

    Bruce, this is a precious view of Spring; well-rhymed and well-conceived.

    Reply

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