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What is Love: sestina
Is love a thing that lasts, or a mere trinket, a toy that fascinates until it bores, a passing fancy, or eternal compact between two souls and never any more, a gift from gods above, or social stricture meant as … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, eternity, French verse forms, illusion, love, perception, poetic forms, sestina, substance
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So Much To Do, So Little Time
“So much to do, so little time”, or so the saying goes; as we waste both the hours and doing, pacing to and fro. Refusing any call to act without sufficient thought, we fine-tune the social contract – every strophe, … Continue reading
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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Tagged cywydd deuair fyrion, daily poems, death, eternity, Welsh verse forms
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No Time But the Present
Time was when I used to write a sonnet a day – for about two years, if you care to look back through the archives here. I think it’s time to kick start that old tradition. You know the saying … Continue reading
On the Wasteland
So the old world is gone, let a new one replace it! The world is already dead; that figment of existence that you knew in the past, the places well-remembered, those fond scenes where the history of an ancient folk … Continue reading
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Tagged change, daily poems, eternity, evolution, The Wasteland, TS Eliot
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