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The Subtle Taste: cywydd deuair fyrion

Posted on February 21, 2017 by John

What use worry with its hurry – finding danger in fate’s finger, and with fear’s gloss opting for loss instead of bliss? Why choose to miss life’s subtle tastes? What a sad waste – seeing devils in time’s revels, and … Continue reading →

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The Starting Point – a cywydd deuair fyrion

Posted on December 10, 2012 by John

What matters most, do you suppose, at living’s end when these doors close: the riches cached, the virgins wooed, the years achieved, the sins eschewed? Or is it all a pointless ruse, that defeats all – no win or lose, … Continue reading →

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Night Rain: a cywydd deuair fyrion

Posted on April 11, 2004 by John

Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the … Continue reading →

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Oh Bard, Come Sing: the official Welsh meters

Posted on February 18, 2003 by John

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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