Tag Archives: Welsh verse forms

Song within: a cyrch a chwta

The human voice was made to sing; and to the dull roar of life, bring a force that grounds us in all things. From the soprano, giving wing to angel’s tones gone traveling, to basso, low and rumbling: the song … Continue reading

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Sing, Then: a cyhydedd hir

To fill life with song, sing out all day long both right notes, and wrong; do not be shy. Don’t worry the notes. Just listen, and quote; and do keep your throat from getting dry. The subject, the text? The … Continue reading

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The flicker flame: a clogyrnach

Who can say what form the end takes? The path each of us chooses makes no two lives the same. The snuff of one flame? A wind came – a mistake; while yet another’s candle’s spark may grow immense, and … Continue reading

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Time Enough: a byr a thoddaid

What there is left to say, I have said; let’s leave off talking, and try instead another way to listen and be heard
that words don’t understand. Wait a moment: let some silent thing bring with it, for a while, another point of view to our chat; surely, we have time enough for that. Continue reading

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Toy Dog Soldiers: an awdl gywydd

Our two small dogs are barking; how they sing out with concern, alarmed by the street traffic: an old sedan’s quick u-turn down our lonely dead-end street! I hear their feet scrape the floor as they scramble to the sound, … Continue reading

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Just Like That

I wish to communicate. Alas, fate does not desire that we should speak today; instead it blocks our way with fire, which we perceive as brute force. It’s not, of course, merely smoke; but feel – its flames do not … Continue reading

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Simplicity: an englyn cyrch

Simple things make me content: knowing where my money’s spent, poems written, letters sent, feeling good the rent’s been paid, evenings without things to do, working ’til the work is through, reading a good book or two ‘neath a tree’s … Continue reading

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