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Tag Archives: morning
The Wind’s Words: roundel
Who can say what words the wind has spoken, when cast out in the night, it has its say? Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken. Who can say what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray; … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, conversation, English verse forms, morning, poetic forms, quiet, roundel, sound, whispers, wind
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Wake Early: rhopalic verse
Wake early, quietly, deliberate; look closely, carefully, attentively. Pay greater attention, specifically, to whispers: lingering, ephemeral. 26 APR 2017 Share This:
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, morning, poetic forms, purpose, rhopalic verse
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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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This is the Morning: gwawdodyn
This is the morning of the first day; nothing much remains of yesterday except some dust in the clay on the wheel, a flew flecks of shadow in the gray. This is the morning of moving on; what happens now … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, gwawdodyn, morning, poetic forms, presence, relativity, time, Welsh verse forms
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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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Morning Dogs: choka
The scrabble of claws across the linoleum: waking with the dogs. At the first hint of morning, they are ready to go. Forget your sleeping. The moment your body stirs, their insistence starts. Outside, outside! they clamor, until you do … Continue reading
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Tagged children, choka, daily poems, dogs, domesticity, Japanese verse forms, morning, poetic forms
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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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