The Road to Find Out: cyhydedd hir
When do you find out
what life is about,
without any doubt
of its meaning?
How does it appear,
when you see it clear
and without fear
intervening?
Tag: cyhydedd hir
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? How long will it wait, our ebullient fate? Will its revealed state be blinding? Just […]
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 world, more or less; what small things impress you, just sing about. Don’t keep it […]
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 each day small things block the way and my time to play cedes to something. […]
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 penfyr) Release from our lost stronghold the strength of our hidden soul – Let it […]
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