Through wide windows, or: Through the dark

My first Byr a Thoddaid

Some find inspiration outside,
While I, flailing, remain defied;
Left wondering if these brown eyes are blind,
As mind through the dark flies

My third eye's wont to look always within,
Wherein reverie plays;
Towering mountains; bubbling streams;
Lush valleys; elves dance in moonbeams

Through wide windows, I hear horns honk;
Place mind's ear against inner conch;
Deep, still oceans within cool burning soul;
Outside, whole... world... churning...

Welsh forms of poetry

I recently discovered some Welsh forms of poetry, which I had never heard of. Above is my second such poem. My first was a ‘Cywydd Llosgyrnog’, which I titled ‘Flesh, or: Verse’. I hope to try my hand at writing some more Welsh-style poetry this week!

36 thoughts on “Through wide windows, or: Through the dark”

    1. Paul, these Welsh forms of poetry that I’ve discovered are really up my alley 🙂

      I love their rhythms and rhyme schemes.

      BTW, please feel free to call me ‘David’ – that’s my first name 🙂


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