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The World is Broken: skeltonics
The world is broken; Cassandras have spoken their tales of woe. Let teardrops flow; and as fear grows, watch kindness dry and those who try to counter lies with trust and truth lose friends and youth. As our illusions die, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, acceptance, doomsday, games, illusion, John Skelton, poetic forms, Skeltonics, tumbling verse, war
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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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Win or Lose: Sicilian septet
So often, when it comes to win or lose (or what we each define as either one) the pathways offered that we tend to choose reflect the adage “ends as it’s begun”. Could be the reason why we sing the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, blues, losing, poetic forms, septet, Sicilian verse forms, winning
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Sky and Water: sedoka
Why is the sky blue except from reflected water stretched between small bits of land? Why is water blue except its depths mirror skies above it, touching everything? 23 MAY 2017 Share This:
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Tagged #BookofForms, connection, duality, Japanese verse forms, nature, poetic forms, sedoka, sky, water
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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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Don’t Kill the Siren: sapphics
Now whose voice is singing out words of warning, as the low light, glittering, slowly fading, starts to flicker tenuously, letting darkness silently swallow other points now wavering on the shoreline? When those bridges crumble for their reasons, will they … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, accentual-syllabic meter, energy, Greek verse forms, light, lighthouse, poetic forms, Sirens, warning
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