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Tag Archives: Welsh verse forms
(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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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, mortality, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, time, toddaid byr, Welsh verse forms
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Plain Speaking: toddaid
“You must speak more plainly, sir,” he said, “Most men ignore the complicated. Their jaded minds and souls seek simple things: weak drinks, brutal sports, the understated.” “How much more sad that seems,” I made reply, “to have no dreams … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, life, poetic forms, pointlessness, struggle, toddaid, toil, Welsh verse forms, work
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The Ancient Lie: tawddgyrch cadwynog
An ancient lie controls the world, its flag unfurled before the eye: that might is right; the mystery of history is that what light the meagre flame of truth reveals, the winner steals in a rigged game won by a … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cheating, deceit, defeat, illusion, poetic forms, tawddgyrch cadwynog, victory, Welsh verse forms
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Lose or Win: rhupunt
What may begin as lose or win soon starts to spin outside that frame. It seems like play, this bob and sway: a bright display, almost a game, a wild careen, drifting between two wide extremes, darkness and flame. Always … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, art, beginnings, endings, loss, perspective, poetic forms, rhupunt, victory, Welsh verse forms
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Let Loose: hir a thoddaid
Let loose the chains that bind you to the past; though they restrict, they cannot hold you fast. The future is not set; no die is cast. Whatever plans and schemes you make, don’t last; tomorrow’s rain and sun mind … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, hir a thoddaid, plans, poetic forms, presence, Welsh verse forms
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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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Tagged #BookofForms, gwawdodyn, morning, poetic forms, presence, relativity, time, Welsh verse forms
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Fit to Print: englyn unodle crwca
What’s fit to print is not news. Our bitter, contrary views are merely stuff we seek to use as new fuel; like fools, we think we choose to fight false with what is true, wielding light that will burn through … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, balance, englyn unodle crwca, fiction, illusion, news, poetic forms, reality, truth, Welsh verse forms
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