Poem: Kyrielle – “Close As Possible.”


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.

Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

Mixing up the rhyme scheme is possible for an unusual pattern of: axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ, etc. with Z being the repeated line.

The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information here.

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I thought I could see you today,

My heart has been beating away.

To see your face, be cheek to cheek,

I missed you, for you I will only seek.

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I was hoping we could talk some,

And both of us know the other one.

I wanted, your hand held in my hand,

I wanted you to understand.

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Waiting for another day when you’ll see,

I want to be with you and with you be.

Close, so our hearts are beating in time,

I miss you, please to me be kind.

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Thinking, stroking your stubble and,

Watching life as the moments are but sand,

Going through the hourglass seconds pass,

I miss you, my hearts made of glass.

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Anytime we plan to meet  — the world —

Shakes us apart again, and were hurled.

Into this game, I’m tired of playing.

I just want to be with you saying,

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How much I’m glad that you are near,

I don’t want you to disappear.

I want you with me where we can feel.

I want your lips to meat mine and seal.

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No more chats, and no more excuses,

You and me, a pair of deuces.

Your fingers running through my hair.

My hands running down your back there.

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A corner in the living room,

We sit, our bodies consumed.

And every word we want to speak,

Is said by our hands, passion seeks.

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But sadly, I sit here thinking,

I’m close in mind, but my hearts sinking.

Waiting for a time to tell you,

I miss you, times catching up to you.

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Revision: Making a Mess Less Complicated


Some Great tips on this page for writing. This one about editing/drafting.

A Writer's Path

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by S.E. Jones

There’s a lot you can fix in a first draft. It’s why they’re first drafts. You can focus on character, world building, plot, inner cohesion, the writing, the flow, the pacing–the list goes on and on.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Through a Skeleton’s Eyes. 


Surprise! I’m the skeleton in the classroom where you have Anatomy. An interesting aspect: the top half of my skull isn’t mine, it’s fake. 

Once I was a pretty girl of nineteen named Iris. I ran up to the dorm to watch movies with a bunch of the guys from the hockey team. My guy was the goalie. Travis made everyone laugh. But I stopped laughing when I went to see him in his dorm room when he was sick.

I opened his door and there was this fake and bake cheerleader on top of Travis moaning. I shrieked and I dragged the naked cheerleader by her hair to the door.

Suddenly, the cheerleader became free and hit me hard on my head with Travis’ favourite hockey stick. I could hear my head crack, distantly. The cheerleader hit me again viciously. I remember Travis crying but doing nothing to stop her.

So, Yes. This was my skeleton, but I’m not tied to it. Only, my spirit  hangs about here. I’m stuck on campus where they covered up my murder. The cheerleader slut and Travis went free. They didn’t live long. 

 

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