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Tag Archives: battle
In Between: séadna
Perhaps there is no in between; it’s either pitch black or light. You inch forward or slip backwards, fight each turn of day to night imagining in fierce battle you will lose your coward’s mask. Believing in some great reward, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, black and white, fighting, gray, illusion, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, séadna, winning
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Walk Out: englyn proest gadwynog
I’m so tired of all this: the endless sense of hopeless; the evil creeping like mist; the feeling ever helpless. Walk out into the sunshine! Find anything that’s divine: some thing we share, yours and mine. Look past its flaws … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, daylight, death, englyn proest gadwynog, hope, illusion, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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The Threshing Floor: englyn cyrch
Give an answer, if you can, where doubts plague each fighting man weighting healthy action down and distracting from good plans; where blind fear is laying waste to fresh brick and mortar paste shielding helpless, sick and poor, from the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, englyn cyrch, grief, honor, poetic forms, war, Welsh verse forms
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Glory Evermore: dirge
With slow and silent steps it comes encroaching on the day, the shadow of the night that grows to fill the world with gray. Oh, come and join the battle, child, for glory evermore. War on its march to midnight … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, dirge, futility, glory, illusion, poetic forms, sacrifice, war
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Dawn Patrol: deibhidhe
Soon the sound that breaks the day comes to chase our sleep away; and the darkest dreams night grew blink from black into lighter blue. The world, barely recognized through half-open, hazy eyes, wakes slow with us, its warm glow … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, consciousness, darkness, deibhidhe, Irish verse forms, morning, poetic forms
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Imagining the Cost: common measure
For those hard up against the wall, imagining the cost they pay for each small victory, compared to what is lost, when those who may yet stand refuse and meekly kneel, or worse, just fold their praying hands against reason’s … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, bravery, common measure, cowardice, hymnal stanza, poetic forms, short hymnal stanza, short measure, war
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Our Sum: clogyrnach
What a world this one’s become: to have begun both deaf and dumb, then learn of singing, the art of bringing love winging; see it come! Who needs make-believe, I wonder, when there’s rain, lightning and thunder that illuminates, feeds … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, balance, battle, clogyrnach, destruction, fate, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms, wonder
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