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Monthly Archives: June 2017
Go Ask Alice
Do without doing, make something from nothing; recycle, repurpose, revise on and conquer. Gather resources, interpret instructions; imagine assembly as other-directed. Practice inclusion, leave nothing untended; let symmetry guide you off-balance at times. Do, or do not do, remake while … Continue reading
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Tagged action, activism, Alice Guffey Miller, art, awareness, consciousness, summer solstice
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Don’t Preach Me
Don’t preach me religion like there’s something you can prove; being good at treading water doesn’t mean you can move. Don’t preach me politics from the safety of the status quo; saying that you understand doesn’t mean that you know. … Continue reading
Does Somebody Win?
Doesn’t seem to make much sense at all; win or lose don’t matter in the end. It’s a race that seems too close to call; finish line’s just up around the bend. Doesn’t seem to change much day to day; … Continue reading
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Tagged competition, cycles, illusion, imagination, losing, pointlessness, winning
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Only Our Effort: villanelle
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all, or bother with our lives in any way; only our effort makes or breaks our fall. Perhaps it gives us hope, such folderol, or cheats fear-mongers of their gruesome play. I … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, atheism, belief, divinity, effort, faith, French verse forms, humanism, poetic forms, realism, villanelle
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A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, French verse forms, illusion, life, poetic forms, time, tininess, triolet
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These Three Things: triad
On these three things the world depends: life purpose, effort and one’s friends. The first provides velocity: forward motion, destiny. The second supplements one’s sails when wind and tide desist or fail. The third reminds us to respect those in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, effort, friendship, Irish verse forms, life, poetic forms, purpose, triad
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(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun undoes as it is born. From yesterday it lets the seed we sow grow into what it needs. But what has come before is gone and past; last summer’s fading lawn … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, mortality, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, time, toddaid byr, Welsh verse forms
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