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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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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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