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(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun undoes as it is born. From yesterday it lets the seed we sow grow into what it needs. But what has come before is gone and past; last summer’s fading lawn … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, mortality, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, time, toddaid byr, Welsh verse forms
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Plain Speaking: toddaid
“You must speak more plainly, sir,” he said, “Most men ignore the complicated. Their jaded minds and souls seek simple things: weak drinks, brutal sports, the understated.” “How much more sad that seems,” I made reply, “to have no dreams … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, life, poetic forms, pointlessness, struggle, toddaid, toil, Welsh verse forms, work
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Come Out, Come Out: terzanelle
Come out, come out! It’s only rain; the world has not dissolved as yet. The clouds will loose the sun again. It sometimes seems hard to forget that darkness does not rule all things; the world has not dissolved as … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, American verse forms, depression, energy, poetic forms, storms, sunshine, terzanelle
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A Simple Rule: tercet
There is for life a very simple rule: stand up when you must stand, and then lay down; the grave awaits the king, wise man, and fool. 06 JUN 2017 Share This:
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, life, poetic forms, rules, simplicity, tercet
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The Ancient Lie: tawddgyrch cadwynog
An ancient lie controls the world, its flag unfurled before the eye: that might is right; the mystery of history is that what light the meagre flame of truth reveals, the winner steals in a rigged game won by a … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cheating, deceit, defeat, illusion, poetic forms, tawddgyrch cadwynog, victory, Welsh verse forms
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Rainbows and sunshine: tanka
This note may be dark, but it reflects the weather. Besides, too much light fades color from everything. What a gray world that would make! Rainbows and sunshine do not help the whole world grow. There must be dark storms … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, balance, dark, illusion, Japanese verse forms, light, perception, poetic forms, rain, sunshine, tanka
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Let’s Toast: stave
It makes no sense to soldier on; the dusk looks so much like the dawn that even should the sun eclipse there is no cause to do backflips or celebrate the coming day. But come, let’s toast life, anyway! Each … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, alcoholism, death, illusion, life, poetic forms, positivity, purpose, stave
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