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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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Simple Ways: pantoum
Some say that simple ways are still the best; as we add complication, things decline. How we live puts that principle to test: it’s so subjective, what one thinks is fine. So, adding complication wreaks decline? Stop making babies; that’s … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, illusion, life, living, Malayan verse forms, pantoum, poetic forms, simplicity
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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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Time Travel: katauta
What is this thing life? Even stuck still in amber the passage of time remains. What use is living? Even the largest river remembers the breeze touching. What is this thing life? Keeping track of each minute wastes yet another … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, Japanese verse forms, katauta, life, mondo, poetic forms, time
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Useless Feet: englyn lleddfbroest
Our life and death for a while leave some tiny mark on the earth, a minute’s trace of spent breath before we repose in death. In that lifetime, so fleeting, what we think we truly need escapes from us at … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, death, englyn lleddfbroest, life, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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The Subtle Taste: cywydd deuair fyrion
What use worry with its hurry – finding danger in fate’s finger, and with fear’s gloss opting for loss instead of bliss? Why choose to miss life’s subtle tastes? What a sad waste – seeing devils in time’s revels, and … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cywydd deuair fyrion, death, doubt, hesitation, life, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir
What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cyhydedd hir, death, goodness, life, perception, poetic forms, time, Welse verse forms
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