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Any Day Now: Sicilian sestet
Beneath the whisper quiet rush of dawnas the still sleeping earth begins to wake,before the last vestige of dark is goneand daylight gives its weary head a shake,enjoying one more furtive stretch and yawn,the chains of each new yesterday can … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, awareness, daylight, impermanence, Italian verse forms, morning, poetic forms, sestet, Sicilian sestet
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Sense of Loss: sedoka
How does this thing work,
living without much thinking
outside your own box?
What a little world
that makes the whole of your life,
with just your own mess.
How does that make sense,
with so much beauty outside,
just past your front door?
What a sad living
you make, trapped with just yourself
and no sense of loss. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, Japanese verse forms, katauta, limitations, poetic forms, sedoka, space
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The Echo Cages: rubai
You can twist and turn them round and then pretend they are profound, but words are just like prison bars constructing cages out of sound we carry with us, though we are fine specks of dust from the small stars flung out and free in space and time. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, Arabic verse forms, poetic forms, rubai, rubaiyat, sound, space, time, words
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What Would Become: rondine
What would become of me without ambition,
a driving force to make some kind of mark,
to cast my feeble light out in the dark
and so improve my overall condition.
To otherwise behave suggests perdition,
a life led without purpose or benchmark.
What would become of me? Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, ambition, French verse forms, illusion, poetic forms, poverty, prosperity, purpose, rondine
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The Passing Game
When someone says we’re out of time, so what?
What difference does one more minute make,
if it’s just on or off, open or shut,
and more of just the same old tired mistakes?
When someone says we’re out of time, does that
mean everything so far is done in vain,
as if one’s whole lifespan’s a welcome mat
for one more doorway labeled “Try Again”? Continue reading
Outside of Time: rondelet
We’re out of time,
past the hour when clocks expire.
We’re out of time,
beyond this moment’s final chime.
We can exist, if we desire,
right now – and never age or tire.
We’re out of time. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, existence, French verse forms, interdependence, persistence, poetic forms, rondelet, time
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