Tag Archives: time

(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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Day Flight: rannaigheacht mhor

Each new day is so fleeting: like a busy bee flitting between its sweet hits, floating, never slowing nor quitting. Life’s made of days flying: sighed hellos and then goings. Through each room we go gliding: near colliding, then dying. … Continue reading

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Time Travel: katauta

What is this thing life? Even stuck still in amber the passage of time remains. What use is living? Even the largest river remembers the breeze touching. What is this thing life? Keeping track of each minute wastes yet another … Continue reading

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This is the Morning: gwawdodyn

This is the morning of the first day; nothing much remains of yesterday except some dust in the clay on the wheel, a flew flecks of shadow in the gray. This is the morning of moving on; what happens now … Continue reading

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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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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir

What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading

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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

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