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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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Natural Blues: a blues sonnet
Every fire begins with just a spark. Yes, every fire it starts with just a spark; comes out of nothing, somewhere in the dark. Every morning starts before the dawn. Each morning has its start long before dawn; it stops its sleeping, has to ramble on. Continue reading
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Tagged blues, blues sonnet, nature, poetic forms, sonnet, storms, tornados
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Insomnia Redux
Would that this night provide some small respite, sweet sleep instead of wisps of restless dream; but like a spring o’er-wound and pulled too tight, my mind finds no repose. Each small sound seems a thunderclap that echoes in the … Continue reading
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Tagged creativity, exhaustion, insomnia, inspiration, restlessness, sleeplessness, storms
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What Remains is Greater
It matters not how much the wind may blow, nor if the seas should rise up through the floor; the anchor of my craft is sunk below, and I am to this spot moored evermore. Should this fierce season flail … Continue reading
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Tagged courage, daily poems, Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, storms, stubbornness, weather
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The Blackout
The streets are filled with idle, itching hands, their owners on the prowl in vain pursuit of some pastime to fill the vacant hours in darkened rooms enswamped with summer heat. Without their cellphones, TV sets and games, and fast-food … Continue reading
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Tagged chaos, daily poems, fear, hurricanes, New Orleans, power, storms, technology
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Last Night’s Storm
Last night a storm rolled slowly in the thunder muffled by the air so heavy, like a mortar’s crack or heavy rifle silenced with a potato at its barrel end, wrapped in layers of gauze; it could only slowly make … Continue reading
Night Rain: a cywydd deuair fyrion
Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, cywydd deuair fyrion, daily poems, poetic forms, storms, weather, Welsh verse forms
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