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XX. Faith (And Other Cywydd Llosgyrnog Poems)

Faith

They say magic is just in books

But I've gazed with observant looks

Cast unbaited hooks into streams

Think I can scrape by through pure faith

Till folly steals life like a wraith

Too tightly we embrace dreams.

 

Lantern

Give me a lantern so I can

Be like you, my dear older man

When I began, I knew naught

And wisdom was not my first name

But she's to which I lay a claim

That great prized dame – she I sought.

 

Statue

She stared at her statue at night

The woman's face had not a blight

And with a grave fright, she thought

That this would be her history

A flawless, perfect mystery

Consistory, judge her not.

 

Glass

Why is this world not made of glass

Something I often think to ask

People are brass, hard to see

And it's confusing to my eye

Why people would much rather lie,

Say that they're fine – but not free.

 

Mechanical

I view the world as technical,

Metal, cold, and mechanical,

Tyrannical? That's quite true,

But I can't find a different lens,

Write with something that's not black pen

I played with them, and with you.

(196 words)

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