Time for Meeting the Bar in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Laura requests we choose a line from Dylan Thomas, compose an acrostic using each of the words ~ let our imaginations wander. During a family reunion years ago many stories of my maternal grandparents were shared ~ my acrostic is imaginary and only hope it would ring true if they could read it.
I chose a line from one of my Dylan Thomas favorites "The Fern"
"In the sun that is young once only"
Wikipedia
IN
the first wild summer of your kiss
i believed the moon itself leaned close to listen
we were certain youth could never fade
THE
roses climbed our windows without shame
their crimson mouths opening as we laughed
while time stood barefoot in the garden
SUN
poured gold upon your hair
love burned quick as butterflies taking flight
beautiful because it could not stay
THAT
autumn found us quiet
holding hands through storms
learning devotion has a steadier flame
IS
it not strange how young love dazzles the eye
yet older love becomes the hearth itself
the place weary souls return to warm their hands
YOUNG
were our promises beneath trembling stars
age taught us the truer vow
to remain when beauty alters its face
ONCE
i feared the silver in your hair
until i saw how tenderly the years
had etched mercy into your smile
ONLY
now do i understand romance
not the swift fire but the glowing ember
that survives the longest winter .. and still gives light
Oh, yes, yes, yes! Isn't it lovely to have experienced this? You have expressed it so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteso very Thomasesque - and a delight to read
ReplyDeleteLovely write about love over a lifetime Helen 👏
ReplyDeleteA poem of beauty and wisdom and love these lines: "roses climbed our windows without shame
ReplyDeletetheir crimson mouths opening as we laughed
while time stood barefoot in the garden
the fleeting-ness of youth and the "sure" ideas we HAD of the certainty of the moment. How wonderful to finally see it for what it WAS. Now we have a knowing eyebrow lift when we see it turn up in the young people around. But nothing can make them change their minds: they will learn like we did. Isn't life grand? Grand too is your beautiful poem, Helen. Thanks for sharing. the etching of mercy, the glowing embers--we come to appreciate them in a totally new light. Thanks for writing this so beautifully. Blessisngs.
ReplyDeleteI love this is so much, and could just add that it's better being warm than being burnt
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful, Helen. I got lost in your words. Pure magic!
ReplyDeleteYou capture love's full bloom, from bud to rose, and uncover its secrets with delicacy and wisdom. A joyous write, Helen, and one that I count privileged to have read.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Helen!
ReplyDeleteAs always, such a delight to read your words, Helen!
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