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Morning Breath: awdl gywydd
Through the mist of dawn it slips, on its lips a whispered sigh that echoes through the damp air. Almost not quite there, it flies between the slow waking trees whose rough knees, still stiff with night, begin their conversation, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, awdl gywydd, dawn, pastoral, poetic forms, sunrise, Welsh verse forms
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Toy Dog Soldiers: an awdl gywydd
Our two small dogs are barking; how they sing out with concern, alarmed by the street traffic: an old sedan’s quick u-turn down our lonely dead-end street! I hear their feet scrape the floor as they scramble to the sound, … Continue reading
Just Like That
I wish to communicate. Alas, fate does not desire that we should speak today; instead it blocks our way with fire, which we perceive as brute force. It’s not, of course, merely smoke; but feel – its flames do not … Continue reading
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Tagged anger, awdl gywydd, communication, distance, time, Welsh verse forms
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On Her Sleeping Form: an awdl gywydd
She’s sleeping there on the chaise, on her face a gentle look; dreaming no doubt of flowers, and quiet hours with a book. Her eyes are closed, her heart eased, and I am pleased that she rests; May her dreams … Continue reading
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Tagged awdl gywydd, longing, love, poetic forms, sleep, Starlight Dances, Welsh verse forms
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I Awoke Glad: an awdl gywydd
I awoke glad for no cause; but did not pause to reflect, just smiled to myself in bed, and instead of neglect I gave myself attention; didn’t mention my great flaws, but spoke kindness to my soul; on the whole, … Continue reading