Category: Englyn

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The world offered trees to see. I saw them.
They seemed emphatically
rather more tree-like to me.

– an englyn penfyr.

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I've been feeling uninspired: no good words,
thoughts like birds, my brain mired,
sorta tired.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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Sometimes computers refuse to do things.
This habit springs from abuse:
a programmer's unwise views.

– an englyn penfyr.

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That one leaf was hanging there, still attached,
but as I watched, the cold air
blew it away, who knows where.

– an englyn penfyr.

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Up until now I have been... existing -
just persisting. So but then,
I'll do the same - up through when?

– an englyn penfyr.

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The power went out at just after six.
Day made a mix with the dusk,
rain made rust.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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The equinox has passed, so...
the dawn comes later, you know...
I still get up early, though.

– an englyn milwr.

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If I examine the art,
study its patterns, each part,
I find new memories start.

– an englyn milwr.

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My insomnia arrives,
ruffles through my brain's archives;
a fragment of dream survives.

– an englyn milwr.

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All the streets seem real enough.
The terrain is broken, rough.
But it's all made of dream-stuff.

– an englyn milwr.

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The bear had crossed the river
and looked up at the road, here;
I saw it; made me shiver.

– an englyn milwr.

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The guy said it's rained a lot;
seventeen inches we've got;
that is September's snapshot.

– an englyn milwr.

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Why so much about the rain? You might ask.
Well in this task, past the pain,
I write what I see, again.

– an englyn penfyr.

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Oh, and then the rain came hard, pounding down,
its drumming sound in the yard
leaving all the gravel scarred.

– an englyn penfyr.

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Sometimes I utter nonsense. To myself.
Mumassa helf. Lavik lence.
Oof. Silence.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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I have been getting older, recently,
indecently. I shudder
and wonder.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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A dog rode in a truck's back.
Another dog watched, jaw slack.
A third one sprawled on its back.

– an englyn milwr.

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I checked the water cistern: not filling.
I tried cleaning a filter;
that made it somewhat better.

– an englyn penfyr.

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The lowly greenhouse... I grow, amid weeds
not from seeds, my tomato,
perhaps a few potato.

– an englyn penfyr.

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No poem is shorter than this.
But words rise from the abyss.
Stopping now would be remiss.

– an englyn milwr.

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I set things up and ran it.
But then the server just quit.
I guess I'll take a break, sit.

– an englyn milwr.

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Another dream where I failed, and drifted
lost, unwanted, goals veiled,
as if jailed.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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The bear shuffled, unwary, and lonesome,
among some huckleberries,
and scary.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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I was walking here and there, and searching
for some meaning, in the air,
on some semiotic dare.

– an englyn penfyr.

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The dark dwells, uncurious.
It lurks darkly, unconscious.
It fills spaces, serious.

– an englyn milwr.

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The demon made suggestions.
I listened, asked no questions.
Instead, I gave confessions.

– an englyn milwr.

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So far I only have seen just one bear.
It was there in the green
near the beach, looking quite mean.

– an englyn penfyr.

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And suddenly, weather's hot: a heatwave
came and gave us a lot
of radiation, and sought
to wilt the plants with its plot.

– an englyn unodl union.

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Empathy is a weakness. It slowly
emerges, leaflike, unless
it's suppressed.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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The sky offers itself, gray:
a slate against which the day
can put the hills on display.

– an englyn milwr.

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nobody sees sky’s glimmer, the sun falls,
-nobody feels the summer-
nobody sees air’s shimmer.

– an englyn penfyr. I originally wrote and published this englyn on this blog in June, 2008.