End of the Road (Kyrielle)

 

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wander across the Universe

spilling out my accursed verse

I'm carrying my heavy load

to the end of life's winding road

lost like a child left motherless

a heavy burden in my breast

dry ground where once the river flowed

to the end of life's winding road

rolling on to the bitter end

wond'ring if any called me friend

will I walk off with debt still owed

to the end of life's winding road?

~cie~

Write a "Universe" poem

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Saturday Mix: Kyrielle

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/27/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-27-march-2021/

Sunday Writing Prompt: Lost

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/sunday-writing-prompt-lost-march-21st/

Sunday Writing Prompt: The End of the Road

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/28/sunday-writing-prompt-the-end-of-the-road-march-28th/

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/03/writers-pantry-63-i-say-and-you-say.html

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OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 17: Do You Remember?

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Do you remember when we had all our lives ahead

In times before hope was replaced by dread

Do you remember all the sunshine days

Back when life was a place to play

The best of people in the world was my brother

Over him I'd never have chosen any other

 In the times before everything turned gray

Back when life was a place to play

Your sister became someone broken within

Who had no idea how to repair her sin

Your sister still wonders if we can return one day

Back when life was a place to play

I would have chosen you as my friend regardless of blood

My love for you is real, my brother, my bud

Can we turn back although our hair's gone gray

Back when life was a place to play?

~Cie~

Notes:

My brother is four years younger than me. I was there when he was born. He made his way into the world quickly.

As children, we were very close. But time, circumstances, and misunderstandings have driven us apart, something I would not have been able to believe could happen when I was a child.

Honestly, this is rather a vulnerable point for me and I would appreciate compassion if one feels the need to say anything.

A to Z Blogging Challenge: K is for Kyrielle

A to Z Blogging Challenge:

K is for Kyrielle

by

Lily Strange

A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

My Bouquet

Some days I sing, some days I cry.

My soul's the one determines why.

Sometimes it laughs, sometimes it mourns.

On my bouquet are many thorns.

Wake up each day, face a dark cloud.

My happiness wrapped in a shroud.

The day begins; to me it scorns.

On my bouquet are many thorns.

Lay down my head, dark nights begun.

With the sad setting of the sun.

From all my sorrows my heart mourns.

On my bouquet are many thorns.

Copyright © 2003 Floria Kelderhouse

Divine Lily

Divine Madness, you plague me so

I wish that you would let me go

I tire of wishing I were dead

Take now yourself from out my head

Divine Madness, of you I tire

You bring me naught but pain and ire

I wish that you would go away

And let me live my life one day

Divine Madness brings me such shame

Though I'm told that I'm not to blame

Thanks to you, I'll never be loved

You're a curse from Heaven above

~Lily

Dedicated to Bipolar Disorder

Here is a list of poetry types, which you may find useful.