By adewpearl
Cast gloom aside; don't mourn the rain --
those puddles are not filled with woes.
It's hope that taps on windowpanes.
From every raindrop springs a rose.
Dispense with blues in sad refrains
each time the wind with bluster blows.
Sing genial songs with cheerful strains.
From every raindrop springs a rose.
Why let dismay and sorrow reign?
Why keep our hearts to good news closed
when joy's so easy to attain?
From every raindrop springs a rose.
| Author Notes |
The kyrielle is a French poetic form dating back to Medieval times. It consists of quatrains in written in iambic tetrameter. The rhyme scheme is optional. The defining characteristic of the form is that the last line is repeated as a refrain. The number of verses is also optional, but there are always at least three.
The rose has stood for love and beauty dating back to ancient times. It symbolized Aphrodite and Venus,the Greek and Roman goddesses of love. In Christian iconography it often symbolizes the Virgin Mary. |
By adewpearl
My garden grows in pretty rows
of lavender and lilac twirled.
As hyacinth and iris pose,
who plants a flower paints the world.
My jonquils in canary clothes
have sunshine in their petals curled.
As gold within each blossom glows,
who plants a flower paints the world.
I tend each bud till scarlet rose
becomes a blaze of flame unfurled.
No pale blooms in this bush repose.
Who plants a flower paints the world.
Old masters have great art composed
with bursts of color gaily swirled.
But none surpass the path I chose.
Who plants a flower paints the world.
By adewpearl
If faint of heart, let me confide
a rule of love you should abide,
and on its truth my word I'll stake --
each heart that beats will someday break.
Two hearts that join oft times collide;
Two lives made one may then divide
if they refuse my word to take --
each heart that beats will someday break.
So let my caution be your guide,
each gladsome groom and beaming bride.
Don't part at signs of first mistake --
each heart that beats will someday break.
Walk down that aisle with hope-filled stride,
but keep this wisdom tucked inside.
Hold tight should your foundations shake --
each heart that beats will someday break.
| Author Notes |
The Kyrielle is a centuries old French repeating form that consists of three or more quatrains of 8 syllables each.
The rhyme scheme is up to the poet. In this poem I have chosen couplets that retain the same aabb rhyme throughout. The defining characteristic of the Kyrielle is the repeating line at the end of each quatrain. |
By adewpearl
When justice seemed in short supply,
for those who sought my help I fought.
If questioned I could answer why,
Good comes from good, or so I thought.
When choice arose to give or take,
I chose the path of what I ought.
What other way would someone take?
Good comes from good, or so I thought.
A student of the Golden Rule,
I treated others as it taught,
for why would anyone be cruel?
Good comes from good, or so I thought.
I never guessed it was naive
to think perhaps what I had brought
might equal that which I'd receive.
Good comes from good, or so I thought.
I once believed in "just deserts,"
but that belief has come to naught.
I gave my heart, but love just hurts.
Good comes from good, or so I thought.
| Author Notes |
A kyrielle is a rhyming poem with four line verses, each line having 8 syllables. The rhyme scheme is up to the poet - I have chosen abab. The defining characteristic of the kyrielle is the repetition of the final line in each quatrain.
Just deserts is a phrase dating back to the 16th Century that means, to receive what one deserves. It is often misspelled as just desserts today because it is pronounced like the word dessert. Desert in this case derives from the Latin word "deservire," to deserve. |
By adewpearl
Two thousand nine has shed its days
and bids us all a fond farewell.
Before its mem'ries turn to haze,
I sing this year my kyrielle.
Each disappointment and reward,
each ladder climbed and place I fell,
for shattered dreams and dreams restored,
I sing this year my kyrielle.
For feelings spurned and thanks received,
for days when magic lost its spell
and all those times I still believed,
I sing this year my kyrielle.
Two thousand ten's a mystery,
for clearly we cannot foretell
what soon enough's our history.
I sing this year my kyrielle.
| Author Notes | The kyrielle is a French form originally used by troubadours in the early Renaissance. The form is written in rhyming couplets or rhyming quatrains, usually in iambic tetrameter. |
By adewpearl
I've memories of contoured drifts
and sculptures formed by freezing rains,
of glassy ponds reflecting trees --
now only melting snow remains.
I've memories of cocoa sipped
as crystals formed on window panes,
of cuddling by a blazing fire --
now only melting snow remains.
Some memories will warm the soul
while others trap us in their chains.
Once winter chiseled sparkling art --
now only melting snow remains.
| Author Notes | The kyrielle is a poem in quatrains that has a refrain line as the final line in each verse, with a minimum of three verses. The meter is iambic tetrameter - 8 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is optional - here I've used abcb dbeb fbgb. |
By adewpearl
When I feel thirst from scorching heat,
then find myself a shady tree
that offers luscious fruit to eat,
I know the Lord's been good to me.
While strolling through a purple field
to see the clover feed the bee
whose labors will sweet honey yield,
I know the Lord's been good to me.
I've known hard times when hope seemed short,
but when warm friends have heard my plea
and offered up their kind support,
I know the Lord's been good to me.
| Author Notes | The kyrielle is a quatrain poem in which each quatrain ends with a refrain. Each line is 8 syllables long, and the poem rhymes, but the rhyme scheme is up to the poet. I've chosen ABAB CBCB DBDB. The number of verses is also optional, but should be at least 3. |
By adewpearl
When roses languishing from heat
regain their blush from quenching rain,
when death is dealt such sweet defeat
I lift my voice in glad refrain.
When farmers' fields revitalize
so life for all can be sustained
with crops that feed and appetize,
I lift my voice in glad refrain.
When rainbows reach with dazzling arch
across God's green, refreshed domain,
and moistened soil's no longer parched,
I lift my voice in glad refrain.
| Author Notes | A kyrielle is a poem in 8 syllable quatrains with a refrain line at the end of each verse. Any regular rhyme scheme may be used; in this piece I've used abab, cbcb, dbdb. |
By adewpearl
When sonorous, pulsating waves
like drumbeats born upon the sea
come crashing to their rocky graves,
creation sings the melody.
When bobolink and meadowlark
trill merry tunes in jamboree
till joy takes hold and love lights spark,
creation sings the melody.
When winds of autumn blast and blow
till trees' last leaves have been set free
to find their final rest below,
creation sings the melody.
When I'm inspired by life's sweet song
to lift my voice in harmony,
I know with each note sung along,
creation sings the melody.
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