Cynghanedd In Blank-Verse
Th’waste rain-fall flows, fitfully free, unto sea o’er reams of language earth-born.
Eryri
Flame-flick’ring fire of th’ancient dragon’s tongue callcries – Cymraeg! – o’er where the riverrun writes sediment’ry.
A Prayer To Seshat
Inscribe upon those scrolls, your stylus dipped in deathless ink, the ‘glyphs I’ve gathered swiftly for to fend off time!
Kyoto Haibun
The view of rain that leaps the cloud-wisp walls ‘n wings its way unto the earth – I spread my thumb ‘n finger for to raise katsurakawa to a focal point.
Something Beside Remains
Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.
