Daily Archives: April 1, 2004

On Her Sleeping Form: an awdl gywydd

She’s sleeping there on the chaise, on her face a gentle look; dreaming no doubt of flowers, and quiet hours with a book. Her eyes are closed, her heart eased, and I am pleased that she rests; May her dreams … Continue reading

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Foolscap and Old Rice

Alas, my head is bruised and hurt My hands are filled with ash and dirt The fire has gone out in the sink And there is not enough to drink Perhaps the sun has lost its flare, But as for … Continue reading

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Speak Low: an alcaic

If someone listens intently, patiently for something beyond audible sensation each moment becomes sacred silence embracing the hearer into being If someone watches quietly, carefully for something behind visible perceptions each vista becomes secret beauty embracing the viewer into making … Continue reading

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And Still Another: a alba or aubade

Before the first ray of morning sun comes over the muttering lips of the sleeping world (like the last soft warm breath of a restful sleep is released from the tight grasp of that little death) and there are not … Continue reading

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Advice for the Road: an ae freislighe

The path that we’re traveling has today only begun. So don’t start unraveling, don’t think the whole race is run. To enjoy the adventure, we’ll take time with what we see, cast away old indentures and seek past what seems … Continue reading

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Self-Similarity: an acrostic

I: J ust give me a moment O f your time, and together, we’ll try to H onestly explore the taste of N ew wine in old wineskins, L ight cigarettes with old matches, and I n the process, attempt … Continue reading

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