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Blank Canvas: kyrielle
Believe it: in a moment’s time, what plans you’ve made can all unwind and with a splash of turpentine your canvas is again a blank. No matter the expense and time in pigment, brushes, sweat and wine, no other act … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, French verse forms, futility, illusion, kyrielle, life, mortality, painting, poetic forms, tabla rasa
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The Fall of Because: epilog
Of what’s been done, and heard, and seen, one might well ask, “What does it mean, that this and thus, in such a way should through their actions in this play express a meaning, none too clear, expose a hidden … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bravery, court, epilog, epilogue, futility, illusion, poetic forms, politics, reality
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Glory Evermore: dirge
With slow and silent steps it comes encroaching on the day, the shadow of the night that grows to fill the world with gray. Oh, come and join the battle, child, for glory evermore. War on its march to midnight … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, dirge, futility, glory, illusion, poetic forms, sacrifice, war
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Lines from Our Epitaph: chant royal
’Tis morning, for the cock at dawn has crowed; and in the bustle of the waking day each wipes away the sleep and takes their load from where it slept – and moves along their way. Some burdens may seem … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, chant royal, daily poems, French verse forms, futility, hope, passion, poetic forms, regret
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Round Again: chanso
And so around again: the how, the where, the when; could be and might have been; the raven or the wren. The sword versus the pen: in battles now and then it’s hard to tell who wins; the line is … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, chanso, cycles, daily poems, energy, French verse forms, futility, infinity, patterns, poetic forms, recycling, reincarnation
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Battle Positions: casbairdne
Assume battle positions: each gun states its conditions for damning to perdition those it slams with derision. The war horns sound, confounding the loud screams, so dumbfounding, as drums and jackboots pounding start death’s song wild resounding. The chaos, so … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, casbairdne, futility, illusion, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, war
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On Optimism: blank verse
One can suppose those clouds are silver-lined, that just around the corner lies great joy, and what appears today both bleak and sad tomorrow may turn out to be rainbows. Let anyone suggest such dandy things and all the world … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, blank verse, daily poems, division, futility, illusion, optimism, poetic forms
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