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The Subtle Taste: cywydd deuair fyrion
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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Tagged #BookofForms, cywydd deuair fyrion, death, doubt, hesitation, life, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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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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Tagged #BookofForms, cyhydedd hir, death, goodness, life, perception, poetic forms, time, Welse verse forms
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5. Survive love and loss (part 1)
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross said, “The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life … Continue reading
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Tagged Boston, death, loss, memoirs, Memphis, Montaigne, My Life Around Art
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1. Don’t Worry About Death
I can honestly say that right now, I don’t worry all that much about dying. I don’t fear what is, or isn’t, to come. I thank my parents, and their introduction to their parents’ religion, but an otherwise free-thinking non-religious … Continue reading
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Tagged death, Montaigne, mortality, My Life Around Art, regret
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I Wonder, St. Patrick
Oh Paddy, oh Paddy! Long have you and I held difference perspectives, not seen eye to eye, nor found much in common, through legend or faith, or some shared experience wrangling with wraiths. I wonder, St. Patrick; and wonder makes … Continue reading
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Tagged ancestors, daily poems, death, Druids, Ireland, perspective, St. Patrick
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Those Whom the Goddess Calls
Those whom the Goddess makes her own She occupies, both flesh and bone; and will remain, solid as stone, until She leaves to take them home. Those whom the Goddess picks remain only so long, until the pain of separation, … Continue reading
So Much To Do, So Little Time
“So much to do, so little time”, or so the saying goes; as we waste both the hours and doing, pacing to and fro. Refusing any call to act without sufficient thought, we fine-tune the social contract – every strophe, … Continue reading