#sestina — Public Fediverse posts

https://www.europesays.com/it/652844/ Estrazione SuperEnalotto oggi 27 agosto 2026: sestina e numeri vincenti di Lotto e 10eLotto #agosto #Cronaca #elotto #estrazione #Headlines #IT #Italia #Italy #lotto #News #Notizie #NotizieDiCronaca #NotiziePrincipali #NotizieDiCronaca #NotiziePrincipali #numeri #sestina #superenalotto #Titoli #UltimeNotizie #UltimeNotizieDiCronaca #UltimeNotizieENewsDiOggi #UltimeNotizie #UltimeNotizieDiCronaca #UltimeNotizieEnewsDiOggi #vincenti

https://www.europesays.com/it/632733/ SuperEnalotto oggi 14 agosto 2026: estrazione sestina e numeri di Lotto e 10eLotto #agosto #elotto #Entertainment #estrazione #Intrattenimento #IT #Italia #Italy #lotto #numeri #sestina #superenalotto

I'm honored to see my poem, "Tiller and Shears," appear in Issue #104 of Neologism Poetry Journal: https://www.neologismpoetry.com/January-2026/.

I wrote it last spring, coming out of Jason Mitchell's "Poet's Myth" sessions and going into Christine Salvatore's "Building Worlds" workshop.

I'm crazy proud of this piece!

#poetry #poem #sestina #writing #neologismpoetry #icarus #garden #lgbtq

I'm honored to see my poem, "Tiller and Shears," appear in Issue #104 of Neologism Poetry Journal: https://www.neologismpoetry.com/January-2026/.

I wrote it last spring, coming out of Jason Mitchell's "Poet's Myth" sessions and going into Christine Salvatore's "Building Worlds" workshop.

I'm crazy proud of this piece!

#poetry #poem #sestina #writing #neologismpoetry #icarus #garden #lgbtq

I'm honored to see my poem, "Tiller and Shears," appear in Issue #104 of Neologism Poetry Journal: https://www.neologismpoetry.com/January-2026/.

I wrote it last spring, coming out of Jason Mitchell's "Poet's Myth" sessions and going into Christine Salvatore's "Building Worlds" workshop.

I'm crazy proud of this piece!

#poetry #poem #sestina #writing #neologismpoetry #icarus #garden #lgbtq

I'm honored to see my poem, "Tiller and Shears," appear in Issue #104 of Neologism Poetry Journal: https://www.neologismpoetry.com/January-2026/.

I wrote it last spring, coming out of Jason Mitchell's "Poet's Myth" sessions and going into Christine Salvatore's "Building Worlds" workshop.

I'm crazy proud of this piece!

#poetry #poem #sestina #writing #neologismpoetry #icarus #garden #lgbtq

I'm honored to see my poem, "Tiller and Shears," appear in Issue #104 of Neologism Poetry Journal: https://www.neologismpoetry.com/January-2026/.

I wrote it last spring, coming out of Jason Mitchell's "Poet's Myth" sessions and going into Christine Salvatore's "Building Worlds" workshop.

I'm crazy proud of this piece!

#poetry #poem #sestina #writing #neologismpoetry #icarus #garden #lgbtq

https://www.europesays.com/es/189860/ Nate Sestina ya tiene equipo y debutará en la Euroliga ¡ante el Valencia Basket! #Baloncesto #Basketball #debutara #Deportes #EmporioArmani #ES #España #euroliga #Milan #nate #NateSestina #sestina #Spain #Sports #ValenciaBasket

Nekrosestina

Leaves of gold and red make the announcement.
We’ve been sleeping, trusting life’s green driver.
Now we see: soil’s rich and grave appeal
Draws us down and grants eternal access
To the vast decay. Death’s governor
Teaches us how saprophytes conceive....

https://cacorbell.com/2024/11/21/nekrosestina/
#poetry #sestina

Nekrosestina

Leaves of gold and red make the announcement.
We’ve been sleeping, trusting life’s green driver.
Now we see: soil’s rich and grave appeal
Draws us down and grants eternal access
To the vast decay. Death’s governor
Teaches us how saprophytes conceive....

https://cacorbell.com/2024/11/21/nekrosestina/
#poetry #sestina

A #poem which insisted on being a #sestina Dead Leaves: Alone I Reach to Watch the Light Away https://link.medium.com/DtVwGVRAjMb

A #poem which insisted on being a #sestina Dead Leaves: Alone I Reach to Watch the Light Away https://link.medium.com/DtVwGVRAjMb

A #poem which insisted on being a #sestina Dead Leaves: Alone I Reach to Watch the Light Away https://link.medium.com/DtVwGVRAjMb

A #poem which insisted on being a #sestina Dead Leaves: Alone I Reach to Watch the Light Away https://link.medium.com/DtVwGVRAjMb

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”, read by me.

#WritingCommunity #Storytelling #poetry #sestina
@poetry
https://youtu.be/URR_XGISBC4

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”, read by me.

#WritingCommunity #Storytelling #poetry #sestina
@poetry
https://youtu.be/URR_XGISBC4

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”, read by me.

#WritingCommunity #Storytelling #poetry #sestina
@poetry
https://youtu.be/URR_XGISBC4

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”, read by me.

#WritingCommunity #Storytelling #poetry #sestina
@poetry
https://youtu.be/URR_XGISBC4

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”, read by me.

#WritingCommunity #Storytelling #poetry #sestina
@poetry
https://youtu.be/URR_XGISBC4

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/weathered-1953c1886df1

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/weathered-1953c1886df1

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/weathered-1953c1886df1

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/weathered-1953c1886df1

Weathered - A #ClippedSestina

My contribution to #FromOneLine 348 - “I don't know what time it clouded over”.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/weathered-1953c1886df1

#ClippedSestina

Still practising.

Somebody gave me three random words:
rose, gutter, emu

This is what came out of it.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

#ClippedSestina

Still practising.

Somebody gave me three random words:
rose, gutter, emu

This is what came out of it.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

#ClippedSestina

Still practising.

Somebody gave me three random words:
rose, gutter, emu

This is what came out of it.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

#ClippedSestina

Still practising.

Somebody gave me three random words:
rose, gutter, emu

This is what came out of it.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

#ClippedSestina

Still practising.

Somebody gave me three random words:
rose, gutter, emu

This is what came out of it.

#WritingCommunity #poetry #sestina
@poetry

#Poetry

My first attempt at a #ClippedSestina.

#WritingCommunity #sestina
@poetry

#Poetry

My first attempt at a #ClippedSestina.

#WritingCommunity #sestina
@poetry

#Poetry

My first attempt at a #ClippedSestina.

#WritingCommunity #sestina
@poetry

#Poetry

My first attempt at a #ClippedSestina.

#WritingCommunity #sestina
@poetry

#Poetry

My first attempt at a #ClippedSestina.

#WritingCommunity #sestina
@poetry

Finished my attempt at a #sestina. It came out ok!

Finished my attempt at a #sestina. It came out ok!

Finished my attempt at a #sestina. It came out ok!

Emboldened by a poet friend to try a #sestina , the choice of iambic was traditional but optional. So obviously went that way & now supping at the table of consequences.
#ampoeting

Emboldened by a poet friend to try a #sestina , the choice of iambic was traditional but optional. So obviously went that way & now supping at the table of consequences.
#ampoeting

Emboldened by a poet friend to try a #sestina , the choice of iambic was traditional but optional. So obviously went that way & now supping at the table of consequences.
#ampoeting

Late January, season of sorrow;
most vicelike, the icy grasp of winter.
Behold its wrath in the wrought-iron sky.
Taste of its venom in fen’s creeping haze.
And keep vigil as sunset brings darkness
to feel the cold night steal away your bones’ warmth.

Nothing endures long, not even the winter;
soon, the warm Sun will again rule the sky.
For now, rain on snow still sends up a haze;
further obscured, the rainy night’s darkness.
The walls of the home promise shelter, warmth,
calm come what may, great joy or great sorrow.

Outside, the trees stand before clouded sky,
clothed from below in silk ribbons of haze
phantom grey before twin shades of darkness.
Behind the windows, the home’s ward of warmth
blocks the night’s cold but yields before sorrow
ever ascending to zenith in winter.

Kindling a spark, I call forth my own haze;
a lone fire burning against night’s darkness.
The ember brings forth sight rather than warmth,
the gift of a song to drive back sorrow,
to keep summer’s hope aflame in winter:
the raven’s call under rainy night sky.

The ember cools; alone, I, in darkness,
feeling my breath give away my life’s warmth.
Laying aside the misty night’s sorrow,
I withdraw behind walls before winter
and the icy rain pouring from the sky
to call up a silver, sinister haze.

Here in my chair, with my pen, there is warmth,
a song at its tip, reprieve from sorrow;
balm to insulate the soul from winter;
a new hope, feathered, singing ‘cross the sky.
Let the night bring forth its clever haze–
I will be the light which fears no darkness.

Thus, the sorrow of winter in passing;
thus, the sky, filled up with ice and with haze;
thus, the long darkness presaging spring’s warmth.

#poetry #writing #sestina #winter

Late January, season of sorrow;
most vicelike, the icy grasp of winter.
Behold its wrath in the wrought-iron sky.
Taste of its venom in fen’s creeping haze.
And keep vigil as sunset brings darkness
to feel the cold night steal away your bones’ warmth.

Nothing endures long, not even the winter;
soon, the warm Sun will again rule the sky.
For now, rain on snow still sends up a haze;
further obscured, the rainy night’s darkness.
The walls of the home promise shelter, warmth,
calm come what may, great joy or great sorrow.

Outside, the trees stand before clouded sky,
clothed from below in silk ribbons of haze
phantom grey before twin shades of darkness.
Behind the windows, the home’s ward of warmth
blocks the night’s cold but yields before sorrow
ever ascending to zenith in winter.

Kindling a spark, I call forth my own haze;
a lone fire burning against night’s darkness.
The ember brings forth sight rather than warmth,
the gift of a song to drive back sorrow,
to keep summer’s hope aflame in winter:
the raven’s call under rainy night sky.

The ember cools; alone, I, in darkness,
feeling my breath give away my life’s warmth.
Laying aside the misty night’s sorrow,
I withdraw behind walls before winter
and the icy rain pouring from the sky
to call up a silver, sinister haze.

Here in my chair, with my pen, there is warmth,
a song at its tip, reprieve from sorrow;
balm to insulate the soul from winter;
a new hope, feathered, singing ‘cross the sky.
Let the night bring forth its clever haze–
I will be the light which fears no darkness.

Thus, the sorrow of winter in passing;
thus, the sky, filled up with ice and with haze;
thus, the long darkness presaging spring’s warmth.

#poetry #writing #sestina #winter

Late January, season of sorrow;
most vicelike, the icy grasp of winter.
Behold its wrath in the wrought-iron sky.
Taste of its venom in fen’s creeping haze.
And keep vigil as sunset brings darkness
to feel the cold night steal away your bones’ warmth.

Nothing endures long, not even the winter;
soon, the warm Sun will again rule the sky.
For now, rain on snow still sends up a haze;
further obscured, the rainy night’s darkness.
The walls of the home promise shelter, warmth,
calm come what may, great joy or great sorrow.

Outside, the trees stand before clouded sky,
clothed from below in silk ribbons of haze
phantom grey before twin shades of darkness.
Behind the windows, the home’s ward of warmth
blocks the night’s cold but yields before sorrow
ever ascending to zenith in winter.

Kindling a spark, I call forth my own haze;
a lone fire burning against night’s darkness.
The ember brings forth sight rather than warmth,
the gift of a song to drive back sorrow,
to keep summer’s hope aflame in winter:
the raven’s call under rainy night sky.

The ember cools; alone, I, in darkness,
feeling my breath give away my life’s warmth.
Laying aside the misty night’s sorrow,
I withdraw behind walls before winter
and the icy rain pouring from the sky
to call up a silver, sinister haze.

Here in my chair, with my pen, there is warmth,
a song at its tip, reprieve from sorrow;
balm to insulate the soul from winter;
a new hope, feathered, singing ‘cross the sky.
Let the night bring forth its clever haze–
I will be the light which fears no darkness.

Thus, the sorrow of winter in passing;
thus, the sky, filled up with ice and with haze;
thus, the long darkness presaging spring’s warmth.

#poetry #writing #sestina #winter

Late January, season of sorrow;
most vicelike, the icy grasp of winter.
Behold its wrath in the wrought-iron sky.
Taste of its venom in fen’s creeping haze.
And keep vigil as sunset brings darkness
to feel the cold night steal away your bones’ warmth.

Nothing endures long, not even the winter;
soon, the warm Sun will again rule the sky.
For now, rain on snow still sends up a haze;
further obscured, the rainy night’s darkness.
The walls of the home promise shelter, warmth,
calm come what may, great joy or great sorrow.

Outside, the trees stand before clouded sky,
clothed from below in silk ribbons of haze
phantom grey before twin shades of darkness.
Behind the windows, the home’s ward of warmth
blocks the night’s cold but yields before sorrow
ever ascending to zenith in winter.

Kindling a spark, I call forth my own haze;
a lone fire burning against night’s darkness.
The ember brings forth sight rather than warmth,
the gift of a song to drive back sorrow,
to keep summer’s hope aflame in winter:
the raven’s call under rainy night sky.

The ember cools; alone, I, in darkness,
feeling my breath give away my life’s warmth.
Laying aside the misty night’s sorrow,
I withdraw behind walls before winter
and the icy rain pouring from the sky
to call up a silver, sinister haze.

Here in my chair, with my pen, there is warmth,
a song at its tip, reprieve from sorrow;
balm to insulate the soul from winter;
a new hope, feathered, singing ‘cross the sky.
Let the night bring forth its clever haze–
I will be the light which fears no darkness.

Thus, the sorrow of winter in passing;
thus, the sky, filled up with ice and with haze;
thus, the long darkness presaging spring’s warmth.

#poetry #writing #sestina #winter

Late January, season of sorrow;
most vicelike, the icy grasp of winter.
Behold its wrath in the wrought-iron sky.
Taste of its venom in fen’s creeping haze.
And keep vigil as sunset brings darkness
to feel the cold night steal away your bones’ warmth.

Nothing endures long, not even the winter;
soon, the warm Sun will again rule the sky.
For now, rain on snow still sends up a haze;
further obscured, the rainy night’s darkness.
The walls of the home promise shelter, warmth,
calm come what may, great joy or great sorrow.

Outside, the trees stand before clouded sky,
clothed from below in silk ribbons of haze
phantom grey before twin shades of darkness.
Behind the windows, the home’s ward of warmth
blocks the night’s cold but yields before sorrow
ever ascending to zenith in winter.

Kindling a spark, I call forth my own haze;
a lone fire burning against night’s darkness.
The ember brings forth sight rather than warmth,
the gift of a song to drive back sorrow,
to keep summer’s hope aflame in winter:
the raven’s call under rainy night sky.

The ember cools; alone, I, in darkness,
feeling my breath give away my life’s warmth.
Laying aside the misty night’s sorrow,
I withdraw behind walls before winter
and the icy rain pouring from the sky
to call up a silver, sinister haze.

Here in my chair, with my pen, there is warmth,
a song at its tip, reprieve from sorrow;
balm to insulate the soul from winter;
a new hope, feathered, singing ‘cross the sky.
Let the night bring forth its clever haze–
I will be the light which fears no darkness.

Thus, the sorrow of winter in passing;
thus, the sky, filled up with ice and with haze;
thus, the long darkness presaging spring’s warmth.

#poetry #writing #sestina #winter

"O sonno" by Sestina, Mark Chambers, Cipriano de Rore https://songwhip.com/sestina/o-sonno
#ClassicalMusic
#MarkChambers
#Sestina
#CiprianoDeRore

"O sonno" by Sestina, Mark Chambers, Cipriano de Rore https://songwhip.com/sestina/o-sonno
#ClassicalMusic
#MarkChambers
#Sestina
#CiprianoDeRore

"O sonno" by Sestina, Mark Chambers, Cipriano de Rore https://songwhip.com/sestina/o-sonno
#ClassicalMusic
#MarkChambers
#Sestina
#CiprianoDeRore

"O sonno" by Sestina, Mark Chambers, Cipriano de Rore https://songwhip.com/sestina/o-sonno
#ClassicalMusic
#MarkChambers
#Sestina
#CiprianoDeRore

"O sonno" by Sestina, Mark Chambers, Cipriano de Rore https://songwhip.com/sestina/o-sonno
#ClassicalMusic
#MarkChambers
#Sestina
#CiprianoDeRore

had a crash course on how to spackle walls today, and couldn't help thinking, as I was covering up all those holes left from old / re-done wiring, how much it reminded me of writing a #sestina. #writingcommunity #writinglife #diy

had a crash course on how to spackle walls today, and couldn't help thinking, as I was covering up all those holes left from old / re-done wiring, how much it reminded me of writing a #sestina. #writingcommunity #writinglife #diy

had a crash course on how to spackle walls today, and couldn't help thinking, as I was covering up all those holes left from old / re-done wiring, how much it reminded me of writing a #sestina. #writingcommunity #writinglife #diy

The literary #TuringTest still works!
#ChatGPT is getting closer than last time I tried, but it still has problems writing a poem in #sestina form (although it can define it).
It lacks one stanza and for some reason "comprehend" is displaced in the line ending in 5th stanza, and is not used in the finale.
I have no idea why such a strict poetic pattern can't be simulated by a #llm . It really couldn't be lack of data if it knows the definition, right?
Or is it just #avantgarde ?

The literary #TuringTest still works!
#ChatGPT is getting closer than last time I tried, but it still has problems writing a poem in #sestina form (although it can define it).
It lacks one stanza and for some reason "comprehend" is displaced in the line ending in 5th stanza, and is not used in the finale.
I have no idea why such a strict poetic pattern can't be simulated by a #llm . It really couldn't be lack of data if it knows the definition, right?
Or is it just #avantgarde ?