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It Is Their Flag: roundelay
Almost in spite, some fools seem to keep trying. They seek a balance where mad chaos reigns; they fight for life, despite death’s constant sighing, giving their all for sake of what remains. It is their flag that in the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, courage, English verse forms, John Dryden, perseverance, poetic forms, roundelay, sacrifice, struggle, war
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The Wind’s Words: roundel
Who can say what words the wind has spoken, when cast out in the night, it has its say? Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken. Who can say what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray; … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, conversation, English verse forms, morning, poetic forms, quiet, roundel, sound, whispers, wind
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