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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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I Cannot Speak: rondeau
I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, French verse forms, gardens, poetic forms, rebirth, rondeau, silence, speech, spring
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Come Up: englyn proest dalgron
Come up again from the earth; break through the cold crust and breathe! Stretch those limbs, no worse for wear; awake from your winter death! Rise up through the thawing soil, and drink the melting snow moist; with your rested … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, englyn proest dalgron, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, Welsh verse forms
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The New Idea: cywydd llosgyrnoch
A new idea finds the mind and digs itself a home behind what it finds still living there, rewiring lights and such to suit, requiring sometimes a reboot. Then it takes root, without care for walls and beams it wrests … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, birth, cywyyd llosgyrnoch, death, ideas, poetic forms, rebirth, recycling, Welsh verse forms
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3. Be born
Everyone that I know was at one point born – so far as I know, all joking about hatching in the desert sun under the watchful eyes of vultures aside. I am no exception. The facts are readily verifiable: at … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, life, Montaigne, music, My Life Around Art, perceptions, rebirth, religion
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Those Whom the Goddess Calls
Those whom the Goddess makes her own She occupies, both flesh and bone; and will remain, solid as stone, until She leaves to take them home. Those whom the Goddess picks remain only so long, until the pain of separation, … Continue reading
Voodoo Rising
Out on the levee, right before dawn, I heard a quiet rumble that came and then was gone. As the darkness faded, surrendered to the light, I had a funny feeling everything was not all right First the moon slipped … Continue reading