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Tall Tales: anagram
If you would tell tall tales, at least refrain from stale cliché, and try, when your imagination fails, to steal with a light and creative touch. If you would wipe clean story’s slate before you start “once on a time”, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, anagram, creativity, daily poems, poetic forms, tales
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Baby Elephant, Walk!
When we are young, they begin to fit and clothe us in raiments for battle: the helmet of self-esteem; the breastplate of self-confidence; the shield of self-assurance; the sword of self-righteousness – before we understand the “self”, when what self … Continue reading
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Tagged elephant training, fatalism, fear, hopelessness, indoctrination, self-determinism
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The Last Word: amphigory
Both must belong to neither’s outside in; besides, it’s either up or down or spin. And anyway, what’s more is always less, and wears at Tuesday noon its Sunday best. What’s done is almost never cooked quite through, and makes … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, amphigory, daily poems, nonsense, nonsense verse, poetic forms, wit
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Only Dream: alcaics
I cannot seek for infinite solutions, spend endless hours harboring discussion, just lurking in some thoughtful quagmire, patiently awaiting final judgment. How vain to think such artifice delivers a useful purpose, meaningful salvation, the precious jewel for reason’s scepter dispensing … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, alcaics, answers, daily poems, futility, philosophy, poetic forms, truth
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At Dawn: alba or aubade
At dawn the mist still lingers on the lawn: the shortening shade, like Avalon, seeks wisps of cloud to linger on but soon surrenders, and is gone. At dawn the world, by inches, cracks its eyes: and in the place … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, #LewisTurco, alba, aubade, daily poems, dawn, love, morning, poetic forms
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Ode to Joy
Joy doesn’t “find” you; good fortune won’t light like bluebirds of happiness on your slumped shoulders. Joy doesn’t come up like flowers in a garden, some sudden epiphany before your eyes. Joy doesn’t “find” you; it happens, on purpose, the … Continue reading
Into the Breech: ae freislighe
Let’s let go of sanity, imagining the reason appeals to our vanity and falls in the right season; making none too troubling what chaos springs from hating, from leaving at boil, bubbling, desires left too long waiting. Let’s imagine destiny … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, ae freislighe, Irish verse forms, Lewis Turco, poetic forms
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