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National poetry month meets the kakapo.
Rosencrantz: What are you playing at? Guildenstern: Words. Words. They're all we have to go on.
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On Lunes...here, the first prompt:David wrote:Lune? The river of Lancaster?
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We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
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Amazing. Never heard of them. Interesting.
Do you have to register for this NaPoMo, or can anyone join in? I might look for inspiration during my night out in Peel tonight. Although, the way I am at the moment, I'll end up with NaPoSloMo.
I still can't work out how you personalised it in your title.
Do you have to register for this NaPoMo, or can anyone join in? I might look for inspiration during my night out in Peel tonight. Although, the way I am at the moment, I'll end up with NaPoSloMo.
I still can't work out how you personalised it in your title.
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Just join in!Amazing. Never heard of them. Interesting. Do you have to register for this NaPoMo, or can anyone join in? I might look for inspiration during my night out in Peel tonight. Although, the way I am at the moment, I'll end up with NaPoSloMo.
Okay, I admit, I haven't.I still can't work out how you personalised it in your title.
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It's just when you start writing NaPoMoWriFiNoGo you can't work out where to stop.
Rosencrantz: What are you playing at? Guildenstern: Words. Words. They're all we have to go on.
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2.
The Sound of the Burn
claims the air. Not with volume.
Its title is the sound of fluency;
though heard so many times,
still fresh as sudden understanding.
The Sound of the Burn
claims the air. Not with volume.
Its title is the sound of fluency;
though heard so many times,
still fresh as sudden understanding.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
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2. Alternate
The Sound of the Burn Water
claims the air:
Not with volume.
Its title is the sound of clarity
enchanting
though you have heard it
many times, fresh
as sudden understanding.
The Sound of the Burn Water
claims the air:
Not with volume.
Its title is the sound of clarity
enchanting
though you have heard it
many times, fresh
as sudden understanding.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur
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Thanks, Ian....
3.
The Gorse
adore their dreamy sun.
Five hundred puckerings
on this one bush alone.
3.
The Gorse
adore their dreamy sun.
Five hundred puckerings
on this one bush alone.
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Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
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Yes, me too, I think.bodkin wrote:Maybe prefer v1 of No.2...
And you've made the gorse a collective noun in no. 3? That's interesting. Is it horticulturally correct? I've never thought of it (them?) like that. Like the Borg.
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4
Crofting
Why repair the roof on the old byre?
So there's somewhere for the bull.
Why keep a bull? To keep the byre in use.
Why keep the byre in use? Otherwise,
the roof may fall. Why repair the roof...
Crofting
Why repair the roof on the old byre?
So there's somewhere for the bull.
Why keep a bull? To keep the byre in use.
Why keep the byre in use? Otherwise,
the roof may fall. Why repair the roof...
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Window Down, Jaw Drop
I passed your field. Cold sheep
munching in a shape
that almost spelt my name:
carefully posed--by the mud,
by the panoramic sky,
by chance, odd Mister Chance.
I passed your field. Cold sheep
munching in a shape
that almost spelt my name:
carefully posed--by the mud,
by the panoramic sky,
by chance, odd Mister Chance.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
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Richard Wilbur
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Stone Wall
Been here so long.
Though not as long as you think.
Moss grows the illusion.
Slumps, slightly,
as though it's borne the weight of weather,
only now, casting off Winter,
intertwining with the welcome
of reflowering bushes.
Somewhere inside snakes hide.
Been here so long.
Though not as long as you think.
Moss grows the illusion.
Slumps, slightly,
as though it's borne the weight of weather,
only now, casting off Winter,
intertwining with the welcome
of reflowering bushes.
Somewhere inside snakes hide.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur
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Consonance in Camera
Lost,
storm tossed,
compost bin
Lost,
storm tossed,
compost bin
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The tuba is no instrument of love
except
when played
by one elephant to another.
Then
there is no greater ecstasy.
Ears quiver.
except
when played
by one elephant to another.
Then
there is no greater ecstasy.
Ears quiver.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur
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Thanks, David and Ian.
A tiny effort. You are leading the way here, Ian! We are mere st........rag.....glers....
Seth
A tiny effort. You are leading the way here, Ian! We are mere st........rag.....glers....
Seth
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Richard Wilbur