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Tag Archives: decay
Not Right: a cinquain
A bit of sound advice: if you believe a thing to be the truth, don’t keep it out of sight. For truth can’t stand the dark. It pines if locked up tight, and sometimes will grow sick and die, or … Continue reading
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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Entropy
The walls may rot, collapse, be crushed or fall, but new dimensions are formed at each fold; while these temporal illusions may pall, our grasp will always far exceed our hold. Brick and bone and flesh may turn to dust, … Continue reading