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Tag Archives: awareness
The Great Pretender: sestet
Can you pretend that all is going well,
that your imagined life is here and now,
and what you picture in your mind as hell
strikes only those you hate and fear, somehow?
What will it take to break that noxious spell?
How much injustice can your soul allow? Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, illusion, loss, poetic forms, pretending, selfishness, seset, short-sightedness
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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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Shut Up and Row: rionnaird tri-nard
Don’t ask me how I’m doing,
or just what I’ve been thinking.
I’m far too busy bailing
my little boat that’s sinking.
I must keep things in focus.
Do not keep up your prattle,
belay your hocus pocus.
It’s hard enough a battle. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, attention, awareness, distraction, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, rionnaird tri-nard, struggle, work
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No Time: rimas dissolutas
There is no time, we cannot start again.
The clocks do not run backwards on command,
nor do the years reverse their gears on queue.
You cannot substitute a now for then,
nor rearrange the instance where you stand.
There is no try again, just simply do. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, eternity, French verse forms, impermanence, poetic forms, rebirth, rimas dissolutas, time
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About a Horse
I’m writing a book. Now if that’s not the stupidest idea I’ve ever had, I’ll eat my hat. Not because I’ve run out of words, but because the book I have in mind doesn’t solve anything, teach anything, or have much nutritional value at all. Continue reading
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Tagged autobiography, awareness, biography, self-similarity, writing
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