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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
Posted in Poems
Tagged #BookofForms, beauty, cancione, daily poems, illusion, Italian verse forms, love, poetic forms, senses, time
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Memory: a poem of the five senses
Burnt cinnamon and candle wax, the surface of sandpaper and a tack, a bitter hint of lemon peel chased with a water back. The tinkle of a shattered glass, the supple strength of silk, an echo of a footstep and … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, hearing, NaPoWriMo, randomness, senses, sight, taste, touch
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Seed Thought for the Day
The truth is that a man’s sense of the world dictates his subjects to him and that this sense is derived from his personality, his temperament, over which he has little control and possibly none, except superficially. It is not … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Statements
Tagged Effects of Analogy, inspiration, perception, poetry, Poetry, senses, The Necessary Angel, Wallace Stevens
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Release
Sometimes you smell trouble coming Hinted on the breeze The final fragile feather That can bring you to your knees Sometimes you can sense it coming When the pressure builds, your ears start drumming Sometimes you can tell the future … Continue reading