Interlude
...INTERLUDE
Sun is down leaving its crown .
Twilight fades, dusty dusk frowns !
Me drow...
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Categories:
rigadoon, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
The Birth of Music
...The old man was no longer a hunter,
But he would not stoop to women’s chores.
A storm was brewing as he sought
Shelter in a round cave.
Soon he had a fire going but he preferred
To stay near t...
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Categories:
rigadoon, music,
Form: Free verse
Demiurge
...Nothing happens in the place of forever, just
The vagaries of the universe with no orderly manners.
Let me pause - and I will exist no longer, as much as
Insanity does without the tools of tormen...
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Categories:
rigadoon, meaningful,
Form: Imagism