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Tag Archives: death
A Simple Rule: tercet
There is for life a very simple rule: stand up when you must stand, and then lay down; the grave awaits the king, wise man, and fool. 06 JUN 2017 Share This:
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, life, poetic forms, rules, simplicity, tercet
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Let’s Toast: stave
It makes no sense to soldier on; the dusk looks so much like the dawn that even should the sun eclipse there is no cause to do backflips or celebrate the coming day. But come, let’s toast life, anyway! Each … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, alcoholism, death, illusion, life, poetic forms, positivity, purpose, stave
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I Cannot Speak: rondeau
I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, French verse forms, gardens, poetic forms, rebirth, rondeau, silence, speech, spring
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Blank Canvas: kyrielle
Believe it: in a moment’s time, what plans you’ve made can all unwind and with a splash of turpentine your canvas is again a blank. No matter the expense and time in pigment, brushes, sweat and wine, no other act … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, French verse forms, futility, illusion, kyrielle, life, mortality, painting, poetic forms, tabla rasa
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Walk Out: englyn proest gadwynog
I’m so tired of all this: the endless sense of hopeless; the evil creeping like mist; the feeling ever helpless. Walk out into the sunshine! Find anything that’s divine: some thing we share, yours and mine. Look past its flaws … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, daylight, death, englyn proest gadwynog, hope, illusion, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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Useless Feet: englyn lleddfbroest
Our life and death for a while leave some tiny mark on the earth, a minute’s trace of spent breath before we repose in death. In that lifetime, so fleeting, what we think we truly need escapes from us at … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, death, englyn lleddfbroest, life, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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The New Idea: cywydd llosgyrnoch
A new idea finds the mind and digs itself a home behind what it finds still living there, rewiring lights and such to suit, requiring sometimes a reboot. Then it takes root, without care for walls and beams it wrests … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, birth, cywyyd llosgyrnoch, death, ideas, poetic forms, rebirth, recycling, Welsh verse forms
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