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Canto CCCLXV | The Mundane Comedy
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A year in Terza Rima. I try to picture this child in my arms. As an old woman in a distant time,. Despite global warming and nuclear bombs. Maybe she’ll one day read these dodgy rhymes. To Great Great Grandkids I may never know? Well, are you currently reading these lines? Have I been gone a long, long time? Aug 29, 2012. I often think about how much of this virtual stuff we’re putting out there will remain of us after we’re gone. Or even while we’re still around. Aug 29, 2012. You will appear as a solid...
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Canto CCCLXIV | The Mundane Comedy
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A year in Terza Rima. Occasionally, my sleeping baby girl. Wakes alone within the darkened room,. Lets out the saddest little drawn out wail. Then falls asleep again. The summer moon. Glints icily through our uneven blinds,. A helicopter judders through the gloom,. A dog across the road barks and then grinds. His canines against his new favourite stick. There’s never a moment when you cannot find. Something that’s crying out, but if you pick. A random living room, you’ll find instead. Aug 28, 2012. Now I...
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Canto CCCLXVII | The Mundane Comedy
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A year in Terza Rima. Poems about my lovely wife. When daylight prods into the travel cot. And baby girl alerts us to the fact,. I rise to lift her out without a thought. And place her down gently at the exact. Mid point between my pillow and her Mum’s. Sometimes we all agree a silent pact. To sleep another hour despite the sun…. And you can take your leave now, dearest reader,. These iambic confessionals are done. And I’m anxious to reinforce the border. Between my family’s bubble and the world. Regardl...
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Yoga with Kit - Poems by heart
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I've decided to learn some poems by heart. I thought it would be nice to have someplace to keep a travel log of that process. It's mostly for me but maybe you'll be inspired to try it. Mother of us all. I read somewhere that the image of Green Tara showing her with one leg unfolded represents her willingness to come to our aid at any moment. Mother-of-us-all prays to free us. From our image of perfection. To which so much suffering clings. When in the shadowy mind. We imagine ourselves imperfectly,.