A Cywydd Llosgyrnog A leaf blown high into the sky lets out a wistful, knowing sigh: "Well, goodbye, my dearest friends." Distressed, his friends kick up a fuss: "This shall not stand! He's one of us!" Undone thus, all meet their ends.
An Alliterisen Silver stars sparkling up above pensive poet Trees trembling as brisk breeze blows through gnarly bifurcations Fingers feeling for lightless letters on keys Elbows resting upon stiff, supportive table top Tongue tasting tangy, satisfying sounds Words wandering after meandering meanings Squinting through thick leaves, sees self sitting 'pon a star The Alliterisen The… Continue reading Wandering words, or: Meandering meanings