My rebellious poem for the NaPoWriMo prompt is a hommage to Dylan Thomas’s great protest song.
Go nowhere gentle,
not into dark that calls for oblivious sleep,
nor days that flicker past,
the turning pages of a diary no one will ever read.
Fight the dimming tide of failing sight,
the fading colours of a summer field,
carve yielding flesh and bone into monuments
not the contours of a garden chair.
Go with the tread of the conqueror,
not the vanquished who watch the sun rise and set
with a smile of satisfaction at its splendour,
the free show, a marvel to behold.
Rage against the tides that wash and wipe away,
the dawns that end the night of stars,
the placid dusk of peaceful lakes
when thought sinks into silence.
Race the sun and moon,
the tides, the falling leaves,
leave no stone unturned,
march with the requiem’s defiant swell,
trumpets and full-throated chorus roar,
dredge and sift with all the fury
of a finite life,
dragged ever closer to its close.