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Wake Up: sonetto rispetto
Wake up! The dawn is rapping at the shutters! There is no time to lose, nor waste away; you must begin to clear out all this clutter that gives you an excuse to sleep all day. Believe this: if the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, convenience, dawn, machines, poetic forms, resistance, sonetto rispetto, sonnet
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Morning Breath: awdl gywydd
Through the mist of dawn it slips, on its lips a whispered sigh that echoes through the damp air. Almost not quite there, it flies between the slow waking trees whose rough knees, still stiff with night, begin their conversation, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, awdl gywydd, dawn, pastoral, poetic forms, sunrise, Welsh verse forms
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At Dawn: alba or aubade
At dawn the mist still lingers on the lawn: the shortening shade, like Avalon, seeks wisps of cloud to linger on but soon surrenders, and is gone. At dawn the world, by inches, cracks its eyes: and in the place … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, #LewisTurco, alba, aubade, daily poems, dawn, love, morning, poetic forms
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New Day: a choka
A new day is born: look, how the world starts again; its still form awakes from an evening’s slumber and shakes the sleep from its eyes. In the quiet hours before its hum becomes roar, the whole of life breathes: … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, choka, daily poems, dawn, Japanese verse forms, newness, poetic forms
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At Dawn When I Awoke
At dawn, when I awoke, the rain was but a mist that damped the lawn; and then its whitewash strength increased to rinse the night, ’til it was gone. Its purpose served, it too then waned, as greys began to … Continue reading
Time Out in the Morning
Some people like Mozart in the morning to get their brains going (at least, that’s one of the prevailing theories, that in particular Mozart’s quartets and quintets are counterpoint that causes your neurons to fire in an order conducive to … Continue reading
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Tagged Dave Brubeck, dawn, meditation, Mozart, stimulation, Time Out
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