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Useless Feet: englyn lleddfbroest
Our life and death for a while leave some tiny mark on the earth, a minute’s trace of spent breath before we repose in death. In that lifetime, so fleeting, what we think we truly need escapes from us at … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, death, englyn lleddfbroest, life, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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A Song
My ears already hear the morning lark. Listening far beyond my sight I have begun. So we absorb what we seem to not touch; it vibrates us, even from a distance – and fills us, even if we do not … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, daily poems, music, NaPoWriMo, Rainer Maria Rilke, songs
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The Old Guitar: a love song
They say you are inanimate, but I believe they lie. The world is made of tiny stuff that never quite stands still; and as your presence here suggests, this world is where you’re from. They say you have no feelings, … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, daily poems, guitar, illusion, inanimate objects, love poetry, NaPoWriMo
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I wonder if like days
I wonder if, like days that start to shorten and slowly cede their hours to the dark, each hour’s breath becomes much more important, because it marks the dying of a spark; or if, because we pay it no attention … Continue reading
New Day: a choka
A new day is born: look, how the world starts again; its still form awakes from an evening’s slumber and shakes the sleep from its eyes. In the quiet hours before its hum becomes roar, the whole of life breathes: … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, choka, daily poems, dawn, Japanese verse forms, newness, poetic forms
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