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The Use of Dreams: rondine
What is the use of dreams devoid of action, that linger on as hopes before they die; and while they last, convince us if we try that in the end we will find satisfaction. Such wistful shadows taunt us to … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, action, dreams, effort, French verse forms, illusion, poetic forms, rondine, substance, success
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Rest Your Head: lullaby
Rest your head and close your eyes, listen to this lullaby: let the sights and sounds of day gently dull and fade away; let the chirping crickets’ song slowly make the minutes long; let the fresh and cool bedsheets softly … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, care, dreams, lullaby, night, poetic forms, sleep
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I Can See Ohio
Nothing comes from nothing, yet something always does; you can smell the future coming long before the buzz, sitting on the front porch listening to the rain as the winter fades away and summer comes again. I can’t speak for … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, dreams, industrialization, Michigan, Ohio, sentimentality
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New Year’s Eve 2014
It’s not so much the time I think I’ve wasted or even those things I have left undone (those grand majestic dreams you hold onto, beyond their useful life, as could have beens), the words said I would rather had … Continue reading
It Matters: a golden shovel
If thinking a thing made it so, what’s real or not don’t matter much; and what you get solely depends on what you tend to dwell upon. Why think in black and white, and small? In case a jealous god … Continue reading
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Tagged determination, dreams, golden shovel, jealousy, NaPoWriMo, poetic forms, William Carlos Williams
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The End is Near: a chant royal
The end is near, and what is worse, it looks so very much the same as the beginning. How perverse! We’d best start handing out the blame before the opportunity is past, and we are forced to flee elected our … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, chant royal, daily poems, disillusion, dreams, ending, grande ballade, poetic forms
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Better Your Dream Dies Young
Better that your dream dies young, its promise as yet unfulfilled, a youthful willow Juliet to your enamored Romeo, than that it live until old age, when riddled through with cancer scars, its cracked voice jaded with regret, it makes … Continue reading
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Tagged disillusion, dreams, futility, Romeo and Juliet, sadness, youth
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