My first Cywydd Llosgyrnog
You can't help yourself, seeking more soulful words from swift fleeting shore; man's flesh shan't soar, but verse can; Futures flash, forever flow fast; Fey fancies; concepts; visions ~ last, These survive past man's lifespan
Shabbat shalom!
I have scheduled this poem to be published while I am offline for Shabbat -enjoy!
Gah! Internal rhyme! That is my kryptonite! I admire any one who can master that technique – hats off to you!
Muri – I am sure you can do it. It’s just a matter of muttering to yourself under your breath for a while 😀
Thank you,
David
David, poetry is our immortality on earth. ❤ Lovely poem! Take care.
Thank you so much, Cheryl. I really appreciate your kindness.
Yours,
David
Beautiful 😘
Thank you so much, D&R❣️
Yours,
David
You welcome 😘
Interesting form! I got a headache trying to read the rules 🤯
It seems the Welsh have a lot of cool forms – I’m going to try out some more soon, I think, Ingrid❣️
Yours,
David
Good Shabbos
You too, Lauren (it’s already over here in Jerusalem, so – shavua tov!)
❤
David
I certainly agree that verse can soar 🙂
🤍Dave🤍
The lasting power of the written words.
Reflecting poem with a lovely flow. 💖
Pun intended. 😄
You’re good!
😁Michele😁
Excellent, David, and so worth the recitation.
Much love, George ❤
Thank you!
Very well said within a nice rhyme scheme.
I like this one a lot – and I’ve been exploring other Welsh poetic forms – I’m going to try a few this week, I think 🙂
❤
David
I enjoy observing your poetic experiments, David.
🙏Dolly🙏
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