My 1st Tawddgyrch Cadwynog Based on a true story "If you don't play, I'm gonna die!" Her end was nigh; What could I say? So? Yay or nay? My child's not shy... Should I comply? I sighed. "Okay." Some later day, she threatened me - "I'll die! You'll see!" sulked little fae. Patience did fray;… Continue reading Threat, or: Promise
My 2nd Clogyrnach A narrative poem My God's far beyond my beyond But to his presence I respond Oft He shows His love Light streams from above My beloved I'm so fond He drops flakes of manna for me Showering generosity Towards them I swim Towards the Great Rim My tears brim So meekly He… Continue reading Theology, or: Perspective
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, with my six-year-old daughter at home every day during the Passover holiday, I had less time alone with my thoughts ~ there were things on my mind that I wanted to write poems about, which I… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 13
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. It's funny to me that I know how many days have gone by this year merely because I've been writing daily poems since day one. Please note that I'll be offline for the next couple of days because… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 12
My first Clogyrnach Once again, we head to the polls; Each pol drags the rest through the coals; Our PM’s on trial; Likud’s in de Nile; We taste bile In our souls This is our fourth(!) vote in two years, Not that our top leadership cares; Clinging to power, While voters here sour And glower… Continue reading Netanyahu, or: Not
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. At this point, I've really merged my Twitter poetry with my WordPress poetry, which was not what I had intended at the start, but it simply got to be too much for me to write twice as much… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 11
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?