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Tag Archives: French verse forms
Only Our Effort: villanelle
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all, or bother with our lives in any way; only our effort makes or breaks our fall. Perhaps it gives us hope, such folderol, or cheats fear-mongers of their gruesome play. I … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, atheism, belief, divinity, effort, faith, French verse forms, humanism, poetic forms, realism, villanelle
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A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, French verse forms, illusion, life, poetic forms, time, tininess, triolet
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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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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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The World Remains: rondelet
The world remains, despite our self-indulgent, hateful ways; the world remains through our brief, but continued growing pains, when most would find a reason not to stay. Despite our morbid and destructive play, the world remains. 10 MAY 2017 Share … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, destruction, ecology, French verse forms, friendship, ignorance, persistence, poetic forms, rondelet, world
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Such a World: rondel
What sense can you make of such a world where kindness and consideration fail, and ignorance, its angry, hard fist curled, destroys all to build more graveyards and jails? When hatred’s flag has been proudly unfurled, has culture’s last ship … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, consideration, culture, failure, French verse forms, hatred, kindness, perspective, poetic forms, rondel, society
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