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Tag Archives: love
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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On the Veranda: serenade
As the evening enters like a dancer from the wings, and we turn our backs on busy days and other things, listen as the dull roar of the world begins to fade in a gentle twilight serenade… A sliver of … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, companionship, love, moonlight, nature, poetic forms, serenade, sharing, twilight
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Heart of Mine: Qasida
Love, how sweet and how sublime your song fills this heart of mine with nourishment that seems divine, suited for this heart of mine. So I start a troubled climb that may strain this heart of mine, up the mountainside … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, Arabic verse forms, fulfillment, love, poetic forms, qasida
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I Thought I Knew: madrigal
I thought I knew, but knew nothing of love before your true love grew to fill my heart; and now there is no other that compares. How small and turned within my life was then, so crowded and content with … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, Chaucer, happiness, love, madrigal, poetic forms
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What is Beauty: cancione
So what is beauty, really? As a requisite to love it seems far too subjective, just some desire’s beguiling design to snare a victim. So what is beauty, really? A figment caught by the eye (or nature-made to seem thus) … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, beauty, cancione, daily poems, illusion, Italian verse forms, love, poetic forms, senses, time
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At Dawn: alba or aubade
At dawn the mist still lingers on the lawn: the shortening shade, like Avalon, seeks wisps of cloud to linger on but soon surrenders, and is gone. At dawn the world, by inches, cracks its eyes: and in the place … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, #LewisTurco, alba, aubade, daily poems, dawn, love, morning, poetic forms
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Let the Cold Wind Blow
Let the cold wind blow, let the weak spots show, let the gray hair go ’til it’s there no more. Let the days roll by, let the hours fly, let ’em say goodbye ’til it’s you and I. There’s just … Continue reading
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Tagged companionship, contentment, devotion, happiness, living, love, seasons, Sondra
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