Sorrow, or: Tomorrow

My 2nd Awdl Gywydd

Massaging words into verse ~
this blasted curse Life gave me;
Prose oft feels... not... quite... enough
to set this stuffed up mind free

Sometimes, smooth stanzas don't flow
to my deep woe and sorrow;
But when rhymes thwart this tired quill,
there still awaits tomorrow

Dissatisfaction with the 1st

I just recently discovered Welsh forms of poetry and have been rather smitten by them.

Yesterday’s Awdl Gwydd (my first), which I titled ‘Form, or: Substance’, left me feeling somewhat dissatisfied (particularly with with the 2nd stanza), regardless of how much I attempted to massage it.

Writing this, my 2nd Awdl Gwydd, felt redemptive 😊

40 thoughts on “Sorrow, or: Tomorrow”

    1. Thanks so much, Rabbit 🙂

      Your reaction is interesting – to me, it feels real – because that’s really how I was feeling about writing poetry at the time (and in the previous poem too). I guess ‘fresh’ is a good word – as in: a bit ‘raw’


        1. Raman, there are really two factors (I think)

          1) Create content that other people want to read, and

          2) Interact with other bloggers on their blogs and on your own blog in a meaningful way that makes them want to reciprocate and read your blog too.

          That’s what I’ve been doing for the past year, since I created my blog.


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