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  1. Tinker

    Stretching It Out

    Stretching It OutThe subliminal stain of pain,reminder of stage, space and strain,returns again each morning,it's fetched and stretched and for awhiletells of life lived, a chosen style with fragile thread, a warning.Though my body, once quick and strong,with time has mellowed, not so wrong.My dance song, a playful tune, is slowed but rings of all good things and challenges that bring me wings.Still, stings from age come too soon. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Verse Form: Cywydd Llosgyrnog
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    #12. Cywydd llosgyrnog

    Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Welsh Verse Features of the Welsh Meters Welsh Codified Divisions Cywydd llosgyrnog, ców-idd llos-gr-notheg, 12th codified ancient Welsh Meter, a Cywydd, is composed in sixains. It is speculated that the Welsh poets adopted this meter from a common medieval Latin hymn form. The elements of the Cywydd llosgyrnog are: stanzaic, written in any number of sixains. syllabic, the sixain is made up of 8-8-7-8-8-7 syllable lines. rhymed, L1 and L2 end-rhyme is echoed somewhere in the middle of L3 (3rd, 4th, or 5th syllables). L4 and L5 end-rhyme is echoed somewhere in the middle of L6. L3 and L6 end rhyme. as with all Welsh Meters, especially the Cywydds, a liberal dose of alliteration, assonance and/or consonance should be employed for harmony of sound, (cynghanedd) . x x x x x x x A x x x x x x x A x x A x x x B (A could shift position slightly) x x x x x x x C x x x x x x x C x x C x x x B (C could shift position slightly) Y mae goroff a garaf O gof aelaw aga a folaf O choeliaf gael i chalon' Am na welais i myn Elien O Lanurful ilyn Aerfen wawr mor wen o'r morynion -- Dafydd ap Demwnd Friend or Foe by Judi Van Gorder Knight of the Round Table, King' s friend, the fabled handsome one, men commend, lived to defend, valor seen, Sir Lancelot earned his reward. Though prowess unmatched with the sword, betrayed his Lord, loved his queen. Butterfly by Stephen Arndt Your change of form through chance or fate, That freeing step to final state, Which comes so late, came at last! From chrysalis (cocoon and lair) To butterfly with bright wing flare, Each one a pair, unsurpassed. Rice-paper thin, resplendent things, What artful wonders are your wings; With hues like spring's, how they spread! Let Chinese lanterns charm with light, You stud the noon as stars the night, Then take quick flight till you've fled. Mosaic tiles have mottled tints, And yet, compared with your close prints And dazzling glints, dull their glaze. The sun must rise to start its race Through skies it paints then sink apace (Unlike your grace), lost in grays. 'm not so youthful now as you, Nor am I fair as are you few, For once you flew, none dared fly. Such flight is why I feel this way I've been most sad: in but (they say) A year, or day, you will die.
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