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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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adayofsmallthings.life
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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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| | | | | "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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| | | Indian summerConquered by winter's resolveI sit quietlyWrapped in a woolen blanketWhile waves crash upon the shoreI rise from my perchA final walk on the beachLeft behind till springLone cold feet imprint the sandGulls cry lamentful goodbyes I pass through sand dunesPast sparkling freshwater pondsWild geese preen feathersIndifferent to the chillWhile I shiver in protest RDP... | ||
