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Tag Archives: Irish verse forms
These Three Things: triad
On these three things the world depends: life purpose, effort and one’s friends. The first provides velocity: forward motion, destiny. The second supplements one’s sails when wind and tide desist or fail. The third reminds us to respect those in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, effort, friendship, Irish verse forms, life, poetic forms, purpose, triad
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In Between: séadna
Perhaps there is no in between; it’s either pitch black or light. You inch forward or slip backwards, fight each turn of day to night imagining in fierce battle you will lose your coward’s mask. Believing in some great reward, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, black and white, fighting, gray, illusion, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, séadna, winning
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If Seeking: rionnard tri-nard
If you would seek wisdom, the walls of your prison must be made a prism. To purify vision, let light begin creeping like mice, softly sneaking, almost still half sleeping – if wisdom you’re seeking. 03 MAY 2017 Share This:
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Tagged #BookofForms, illusion, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, prison, rionnaird tri-nard, seeking, silence, wisdom
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Day Flight: rannaigheacht mhor
Each new day is so fleeting: like a busy bee flitting between its sweet hits, floating, never slowing nor quitting. Life’s made of days flying: sighed hellos and then goings. Through each room we go gliding: near colliding, then dying. … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, brevity, illusion, Irish verse forms, life, poetic forms, rannaigheacht mhor, time
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Little Bird: rannaigheacht ghairid
Little bird: did you think that no one heard your bright melody at dawn, long gone before day’s first word? Seems absurd that your little tune conferred on my thoughts such peaceful ease across the breeze, little bird. 17 APR … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, birds, Irish verse forms, morning, poetic forms, rannaigheacht ghairid, song
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The Wild Wind: droighneach
Believe me: there is nothing evident found in the wild wind’s sad apology that echoes the swift, mad accident of an empirical chronology. The sound careens off the walls and multiplies, pale murmurs slipping along an endless cavity where caught … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, droighneach, echoes, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, silence, time, wind
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Dawn Patrol: deibhidhe
Soon the sound that breaks the day comes to chase our sleep away; and the darkest dreams night grew blink from black into lighter blue. The world, barely recognized through half-open, hazy eyes, wakes slow with us, its warm glow … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, consciousness, darkness, deibhidhe, Irish verse forms, morning, poetic forms
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