Ny wrav vy leverel gowyow, pur dha yw genev diwes tevesik po dew (po tri po pajar po moy). My a skrifas an bardhonek ma y'n hav usi passyes wosa gorthugher poos a worvedhwi hag omlowenhe. Yn golow an nessa myttin, mar dha re bia, ny yllis vy enebi travyth rag nebes ourys. Selyes war ow thybyansow dhe'n pols na, ha termynyow erel a'n par, yw an bardhonek ma ytho. I shan't tell a lie, I'm very fond of an adult beverage or two (or three or four or more). I wrote this poem last summer after a heavy evening of merriment. In the light of the next morning, as good as it had been, I could not face anything for quite a few hours. This poem, for its sins, is based on my thoughts at that time, and other similar instances.
Otta ni, MiSkriBa nowyth ha vyvy heb postya omma a-dhia'n diwettha mis Ebrel! 😬 Mes bledhen aral, assay aral. Hedhyw an prompt o skrifa bardhonek a dhevnydh terminolieth ilow po art na wodhyen vy kyns, ytho y tewisis vy "korsen". Here we are, another NaPoWriMo and I haven't posted here since the last one! But another year, another try. Today's prompt was to write a poem using music or art terminology that is new to me, so I picked "kinetograph". Korsen Y kopi kors Y kway an kowr A gemeras. Dre dan den Daffar delit Hag a hag a. Lost y lergh Yw bysyel bras Yn tibenn skwith. Kinetograph It copies movement It moves the giant That took. Through human fire Gears of joy Which go and go. The route of its queue So digitally grand Endlessly tired.
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