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Tag Archives: death
Cycling: a lune
When you start things seem a lot easier than they are: you wake up each morning with a smile and positive attitude, a clear goal to accomplish on that day, with known outcomes. In the middle, things get a bit … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, daily poems, death, evolution, life, lune, NaPoWriMo, poetic forms
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A flame in darkness
It does no good to mourn one candle when its flame goes out; nor to try to keep it lit when its wax melts away. It does no good to sit in darkness thinking of past light; nor to imagine … Continue reading
Let Loose Your Weapons: a dirge
Let loose your weapons, guns and swords! Forget your sovereign gods and lords! The old ways must be left behind for us to learn how to survive. Forget rigid philosophy that separates your me from thee, those ancient and quite … Continue reading
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Tagged death, dirge, evolution, futility, philosophy, poetic forms, sadness, senseless violence
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The Starting Point – a cywydd deuair fyrion
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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Tagged cywydd deuair fyrion, daily poems, death, eternity, Welsh verse forms
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The flicker flame: a clogyrnach
Who can say what form the end takes? The path each of us chooses makes no two lives the same. The snuff of one flame? A wind came – a mistake; while yet another’s candle’s spark may grow immense, and … Continue reading
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Tagged chance, clogyrnach, death, life, poetic forms, time, Welsh verse forms
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Wounded to the Core: Chaucerian stanzas
If you would comprehend the world at all, imagine this: a place so pure and wild it knows just spring, not summer yet, or fall. Like a capricious, spoiled and errant child it knows not between sacred and defiled, but … Continue reading
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Tagged Chaucerian stanza, death, decay, earth, poetic forms, rebirth, rime royal
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