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A Meeting is no Substitute for Progress: a cywydd llosgyrnog
So much to do, and time so tight that one would think to do things right the first time might be thought wise; but it’s a finger pointing game, no one willing to take the blame. Things stay the same. … Continue reading
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Tagged bureaucracy, cywydd llosgyrnog, daily poems, meetings, poetic forms, progress, tedium, Welsh verse forms
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Eliot’s Month, Not Mine
cywydd deuair hyrion April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and … Continue reading
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Tagged cywydd deuair hyrion, daily poems, poetic forms, seasons, spring, The Waste Land, TS Eliot, weather, Welsh verse forms
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Night Rain: a cywydd deuair fyrion
Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, cywydd deuair fyrion, daily poems, poetic forms, storms, weather, Welsh verse forms
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The Circling: a cyrch a chwta
The past is now dead and gone, its Doppler echo a song that fades and yet lingers on, palimpsest written upon then erased with each new dawn born as a wobbly legged faun yet grown each night to a stag … Continue reading
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Tagged circles, connection, cycles, cyrch a chwta, daily poems, poetic forms, rejuvenation, Welsh verse forms
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Easter by Telephone: a cyhydedd naw ban
In California after eating they called up to offer a greeting, their plates filled with beans and broccoli ours with roast beef and mashed potatoes. We passed the telephone back and forth, discussing children and work; of course, we spoke … Continue reading
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Tagged California, communication, cyhydedd naw ban, daily poems, family, holidays, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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The Garden Seat: a cyhydedd hir
A quiet place to sit, think what I see fit, and watch the birds flit around the yard. Not so much to seek (a crumb, so to speak) to make each work week that much less hard. And yet, through … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, cyhydedd hir, daily poems, nature, peace, poetic forms, sitting, Welsh verse forms
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A Change of Syllabus: a byr a thoddaid
There is no test today in class; it’s been called off, and you all pass. The lessons it addressed are tired and old, I’m told – no more required. But someday, classes might start up again; Then those who now … Continue reading
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Tagged byr a thoddaid, daily poems, education, poetic forms, schedules, Welsh verse forms
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