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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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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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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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Oh Bard, Come Sing: the official Welsh meters

Oh Bard, release your sacred song to heal these hurts and ways gone wrong! (cyhydedd fer) Let loose thy harp strings, filled with untamed woe; go deeply, cut to the heart – For it is there our wounds start. (englyn … Continue reading

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