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Dawn Patrol: deibhidhe
Soon the sound that breaks the day comes to chase our sleep away; and the darkest dreams night grew blink from black into lighter blue. The world, barely recognized through half-open, hazy eyes, wakes slow with us, its warm glow … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, consciousness, darkness, deibhidhe, Irish verse forms, morning, poetic forms
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We Need New Gods: deibhidhe
The end nears: the sharp sword dulls. Its slices seem less useful, the elegant, diamond edged glance of its dark dance less fancy. Though its blue blade is well-scarred, these wounds seem slight from afar; there are just two that … Continue reading
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Tagged deibhidhe, history, Irish verse forms, paradigms, poetic forms, swords, violence, worship
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Wretched Thoughts: deibhidhe
Most days I don’t mind the mess that fills my fancy, doubtless in its mad mire growing grand plans my desires demand; but today, the turmoil seeks to wreck my poor reason’s speech and turn to tares the flowers where … Continue reading
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Tagged chaos, daily poems, deibhidhe, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, self-doubt, self-loathing, turmoil
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