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Tag Archives: cycles
Does Somebody Win?
Doesn’t seem to make much sense at all; win or lose don’t matter in the end. It’s a race that seems too close to call; finish line’s just up around the bend. Doesn’t seem to change much day to day; … Continue reading
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Tagged competition, cycles, illusion, imagination, losing, pointlessness, winning
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(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun undoes as it is born. From yesterday it lets the seed we sow grow into what it needs. But what has come before is gone and past; last summer’s fading lawn … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, mortality, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, time, toddaid byr, Welsh verse forms
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Small Towns: ode (Keatsian)
For what it’s worth, most places on a map merely exist as clots in highway veins: mere wisps of web for speed or tourist traps, perhaps historic, where that sense remains. At thirty thousand feet that’s how they look: just … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, English ode, Keatsian ode, maps, ode, perception, poetic forms, small towns
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Round Again: chanso
And so around again: the how, the where, the when; could be and might have been; the raven or the wren. The sword versus the pen: in battles now and then it’s hard to tell who wins; the line is … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, chanso, cycles, daily poems, energy, French verse forms, futility, infinity, patterns, poetic forms, recycling, reincarnation
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The Circling: a cyrch a chwta
The past is now dead and gone, its Doppler echo a song that fades and yet lingers on, palimpsest written upon then erased with each new dawn born as a wobbly legged faun yet grown each night to a stag … Continue reading
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Tagged circles, connection, cycles, cyrch a chwta, daily poems, poetic forms, rejuvenation, Welsh verse forms
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