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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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

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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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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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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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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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I Will Not Dwell: a bob and wheel

I will not dwell on might-have beens, nor doubt the world’s slow turn; but fill my world with verdant greens, with love’s unending yearn     to learn     of things beyond my reach,     just out of sight and mind;     what dreams and … Continue reading

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