My liquid world
(amid winds of war)
to Dylan Thomas
This ashen day in March
opens with dancing shadows –
images carved in the air
of the spring still too far.
An insidious mist enshrouds me
in crescendo.
Among echoes in subtle vibration
teach me, Dylan, to seek shelter in
my liquid world
take me to feel the pulse
of the tides that ceaselessly
ebb and flow
and while time and space dissolve
in the primordial roar of the Ocean
lead me to fly away, with you, from
the void … of this bewilderment and of that insanity*
* from: Although through my bewildered way
Lidia Chiarelli, Italy
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