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The Undertone: terza rima
Underneath the skin, a single notion supports how life unfolds from start to end. Beneath the bustle of the world’s commotion, it floats in just a whisper on the wind. In quiet moments, it can be detected, first here, then … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, music, overtone, poetic forms, relief, silence, sonnet, sound, terza rima
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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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If Seeking: rionnard tri-nard
If you would seek wisdom, the walls of your prison must be made a prism. To purify vision, let light begin creeping like mice, softly sneaking, almost still half sleeping – if wisdom you’re seeking. 03 MAY 2017 Share This:
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Tagged #BookofForms, illusion, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, prison, rionnaird tri-nard, seeking, silence, wisdom
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The Wild Wind: droighneach
Believe me: there is nothing evident found in the wild wind’s sad apology that echoes the swift, mad accident of an empirical chronology. The sound careens off the walls and multiplies, pale murmurs slipping along an endless cavity where caught … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, droighneach, echoes, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, silence, time, wind
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If Privacy is Power
If privacy is power, then our public-facing selves are palimpsests of who we are; and that which we pretend to be (that hides our truest form) has more in common with a mist than blood, muscle or bone. If privacy … Continue reading
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Tagged mob mentality, power, privacy, public exposure, sharing, silence, social media
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Shut Your Mouth
Shut your mouth; got to be careful, and nobody wants to hear what you might say. We’re going south, so mind your p’s and q’s and don’t disturb the natives as they play. Just keep your distance. If you don’t … Continue reading