Alcyone, I fear you spurn me,
Gentle bonds betwixt us broken.
Xanthous hair ne’er more to see,
Whispered words unspoken.
Azure gaze hidden
From my longing.
Lips bidden
No more.
Fin.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Wild Card Weekend Recap: What Happens Now?
I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 days ago in Unbalanced
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This is a brilliant bit of poetic beauty; perfectly well spun.
Oh wow, this was such a poignant poem! Brilliant work!