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A Thing Survives: byr a thoddaid
So: can a thing survive a fall, then lift itself enough to crawl from where it lands to some safe place, to heal and hide its bruised, scarred face until the foe that pushed it down has doubt it ever … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, byr a thoddaid, combat, daily poems, poetic forms, regret, retaliation, survival, Welsh verse forms
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This Morning’s Song
The song I sing this morning is not new. In fact, its birth predates even my own; yet in between the phrases, now and then, it’s me, and not the tune, that you’ll hear groan. Why is this melody upon … Continue reading
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Tagged communication, contentment, happiness, morning, relationships, singing, songs, survival
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After the Flood
The things by which we measure our success: accumulations from long years of toil, the pride of equity in an address, and our precious illusions. How soon spoiled, in just a moment’s passing, are these goods, respectability’s crush torn away. … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, disasters, disillusion, Hurricane Katrina, loss, New Orleans, possessions, success, survival
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Back to the basics
Back to the basics: down that trail bringing us from the ocean’s foam where we shared space with fish and snail; back past Europe, far beyond Rome, before we started keeping track or had the means to tally score. If … Continue reading
Through Hurricane Glasses
All these years spent riding the eye of the storm, at the edge of the wind and the rain, ahead of the weather, before it could form, you’d think patterns would make themselves plain. But the nature of the cyclone … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, determination, hurricanes, New Orleans, storms, survival, weather
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