Tag Archives: Welsh verse forms

Random Theory: cyhydedd naw ban

No bright, bleeding edge technology can by itself inspire us to see beyond the limitations that bind us to solutions posed by old minds, gurus and mentors with rigid ways, and coaches still running ancient plays. The revolution cannot be … Continue reading

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Our Sum: clogyrnach

What a world this one’s become: to have begun both deaf and dumb, then learn of singing, the art of bringing love winging; see it come! Who needs make-believe, I wonder, when there’s rain, lightning and thunder that illuminates, feeds … Continue reading

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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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Morning Breath: awdl gywydd

Through the mist of dawn it slips, on its lips a whispered sigh that echoes through the damp air. Almost not quite there, it flies between the slow waking trees whose rough knees, still stiff with night, begin their conversation, … Continue reading

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A Screen Door of Perception: a cywydd llosgyrnog

Perspective can be a strange thing. Much like a worm on a string or wind that sings through the trees, it twists and turns this way and that and doesn’t settle or grow fat, standing pat or as you please. … Continue reading

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Speech Between the Fallen – a cywyyd deuair hyrion

Must I explain it once more? Try hard to fight the boredom that most likely will ensue the moment you think useless any viewpoint but your own, and on your cragged and stony field, let germinate a seed of mine. … Continue reading

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The Starting Point – a cywydd deuair fyrion

What matters most, do you suppose, at living’s end when these doors close: the riches cached, the virgins wooed, the years achieved, the sins eschewed? Or is it all a pointless ruse, that defeats all – no win or lose, … Continue reading

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