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Monthly Archives: March 2017
Blank Canvas: kyrielle
Believe it: in a moment’s time, what plans you’ve made can all unwind and with a splash of turpentine your canvas is again a blank. No matter the expense and time in pigment, brushes, sweat and wine, no other act … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, French verse forms, futility, illusion, kyrielle, life, mortality, painting, poetic forms, tabla rasa
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Time Travel: katauta
What is this thing life? Even stuck still in amber the passage of time remains. What use is living? Even the largest river remembers the breeze touching. What is this thing life? Keeping track of each minute wastes yet another … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, Japanese verse forms, katauta, life, mondo, poetic forms, time
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Let Loose: hir a thoddaid
Let loose the chains that bind you to the past; though they restrict, they cannot hold you fast. The future is not set; no die is cast. Whatever plans and schemes you make, don’t last; tomorrow’s rain and sun mind … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, hir a thoddaid, plans, poetic forms, presence, Welsh verse forms
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Not So Simple: heroic sonnet
How simple it seems to be born again: to never reach the stage of an adult, but each time that you feel a growing pain, to plead no contest and avoid the fault, accepting being only just a child with … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, adulthood, childhood, heroic sonnet, heroic stanza, poetic forms, redemption, responsibility, Sicilian octave, Sicilian quatrain
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This is the Morning: gwawdodyn
This is the morning of the first day; nothing much remains of yesterday except some dust in the clay on the wheel, a flew flecks of shadow in the gray. This is the morning of moving on; what happens now … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, gwawdodyn, morning, poetic forms, presence, relativity, time, Welsh verse forms
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New Directive: glosa, glose, gloss
Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather – Robert Frost Back out? How far? … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, destiny, Directive, dream, glosa, glose, gloss, illusion, nostalgia, poetic forms, Robert Frost
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Whatever Works: ghazal
To say positive thinking breeds success is to a point the truth – well, more or less. Reality, however, would suggest what matters more is really openness: acceptance of what comes as being blessed with more experience and evidence that … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, ghazal, happiness, openness, poetic forms, positive thinking, understanding
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