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 😊