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| | | | | "Moreover, a phenomenon unique in nature, every individual appears to be two and in some species three animals in one. Each leads its own life and dies its own death at its own time. But all make up a single microscopic whole."--from The Lace Weavers, in The Strangest Things in the World, by Thomas R... | |
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| | | | | By Helen Hunt Jackson O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urnOf death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams than under ice. June could not hireHer roses to forego the strength they learnIn sleeping on thy breast. No fires... | |
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| | | | | A Clogyrnach Let's talk about the 'clogyrnach'. I'm told it's pronounced 'kloh-GUHR-nakh'. 'Clog', in Welsh, means 'bell'. 'Gornach'? 'Rough as hell'. Such delves quell Writer's block. Murisopsis' Poetry Scavenger Hunt ForMurisopsis' PSH, I composed the poem above. The prompt was to compose a Clogyrnach. | |
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| | | No sleep for a week or more; Awaiting this frightful day for sure. The scenarios playing through my head; Filling me with a sense of dread. Well, the inevitable moment has arrived; And the urge is there to run and hide. But I pushed through it strong and tall; And found that the dread was... | ||
