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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir
What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cyhydedd hir, death, goodness, life, perception, poetic forms, time, Welse verse forms
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Sing, Then: a cyhydedd hir
To fill life with song, sing out all day long both right notes, and wrong; do not be shy. Don’t worry the notes. Just listen, and quote; and do keep your throat from getting dry. The subject, the text? The … Continue reading
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Tagged cyhydedd hir, daily poems, poetic forms, singing, song, trust, voice, Welsh verse forms
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The Garden Seat: a cyhydedd hir
A quiet place to sit, think what I see fit, and watch the birds flit around the yard. Not so much to seek (a crumb, so to speak) to make each work week that much less hard. And yet, through … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, cyhydedd hir, daily poems, nature, peace, poetic forms, sitting, Welsh verse forms
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