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.

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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.

—-

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.

—-

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.

—-

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,

—-

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.

—-

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.

—-

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.

—-

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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