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Tag Archives: apocalypse
Eclipse: Shakespearean (English) sonnet
There is no time to lose, soothsayers tell us; Make hay! The sun will shine just for a while, and once it’s gone, the world will turn to rust, deprived of motive power, warmth, and style. All things depend on … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, apocalypse, English sonnet, life, light, poetic forms, power, Shakespearean sonnet, sonnet, sunlight
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No End of Days
The world has not yet made its final twirl around a sun still managing to burn; the seasons, although changed somewhat of late, continue with their ceaseless promenade. Both wise and foolish prattle on no end, with new results no … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, apocalypse, blank verse, change, daily poems, fear, inevitability, promise
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Why Not?: a dit
Once upon a time (which often means quite long ago, but could be only yesterday or even tomorrow) in some far place, there lived a man who thought the strangest thoughts, chock-full of possibilities: what ifs, could bes, why nots. … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, dit, exemplum, morality, poetic forms, preparation
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The End is Near: a chant royal
The end is near, and what is worse, it looks so very much the same as the beginning. How perverse! We’d best start handing out the blame before the opportunity is past, and we are forced to flee elected our … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, chant royal, daily poems, disillusion, dreams, ending, grande ballade, poetic forms
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