My 2nd Awdl Gwydd 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… Continue reading Sorrow, or: Tomorrow
My 1st Awdl Gwydd What forms could ideas take, should they make friends with meter? Do they gain aught from rhyme schemes? Might love themes make them sweeter? P'raps stiff attempts at versing are but forcing strained meanings, while rhymers discourse treat cheap, which with deepest soul-words rings?