Time makes the timid muses sing again,
In wingéd din and dances.
New poems grow strange stanzas
As poet speak entrances.
Muse, the second
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in11 Thursday Oct 2012
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inTonight at dVersePoets, we have been encouraged to write in a particular welsh form (of which there are variants). For further explanation, refer to Wikipedia.
I wrote three of these difficult little things ages ago, and figured I’d post them. In the third note to keep in spirit with the subject matter, I reversed the consonant string alliteration..
Kiss Spontaneous
Were we our love to define, lust is lost.
Let us last, kiss me fine.
Praise me, press my mouth on thine.
Bouquets bequeath, be thou mine!
Pacific Innocence
O my friend fair needs to be in embrace.
My brave heart! Love, hear me:
“Let us sit on sand and see
Love let run to eternity.”
Outcry
Gasp! It rips. spirit breaking – He curses,
As she cries with shaking.
Scrapes scar much stomach kicking,
Wombs of women whimpering.
17 Thursday May 2012
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in Oh my child, my child,
Please don’t die.
I saw you in the sun
Playing in the light, full of life.
Oh my child, my child.
I lured you into the shallows
And surrounded you with glistening waters.
Oh my child, my child.
Please don’t die.
You felt the warmth of my depths
And surrounded yourself with me.
Oh my child, my child,
Please don’t die.
You have been grabbed by my undercurrents,
And drawn into waters too deep for you.
Oh my child, my little child
I feel your gaspings,
I can sense your last breaths.
Please don’t die.
My Child,
My lovely Child.