One, Two, Three, Four Where is the open door? Is there an opportunity for me? Am I walking closer to you? Are all the right things done? Four, Three, Two, One The race will be won. As I draw close to you my spirit flew each opportunity will set me free to follow the one I adore.
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The inspiration for this post comes from my weekly writing prompt series. The prompt is ‘Write a poem or short story with the sentence, “I didn’t want to tell my dreams to someone new.” ‘
I didn’t want to tell my dreams to someone new.
I wanted you to be the only one who knew.
But like a bird away you flew.
Leaving alone to see you in a new hue.
No, I didn’t even want to tell you my dream.
I wanted it to be my scheme,
but you pushed saying we will be a team.
Yet, you still left before the sun even shared a beam.
Does the sun shine only for me?
I wonder if you can even see.
The sun is bright
and gives such a warm light.
Does the sun shine only for me?
Or does it shine only for those near the sea?
The waves are rolling and crashing
and my happy beach memories are rehashing.
Does the sun shine only for me?
I ponder if it actually shines for that tree.
The one that is tall and mighty
who was made, like the sun, by the almighty.
No the sun shine for both you and me
It shines for those near the sea and the tree.
The sun shines for happiness
and I think it shines to impress
yes, to impress you and me.
I know this is posting during the day, but I am writing it at night so bear with me or wait until it’s night to read it.Â
Inspiration push
one more poem
one more rhyme
before my brain runs out of time.
Please shine your light
for one more minute
just for one more writing
so that I can call it a night
The day was long
yet I want just one more poem
pushing myself to meet my goal
of one more
because I always want one more.
So push on inspiration
come close muse of my mind
dance out one more poem
sing out one rhyme
until we are out of time.
Shh, don’t tell me
these feelings are inside.
I do wonder if you can see
this thing that I almost try to hide.
You have to know
why I’m not shouting it.
I don’t know how this feeling will grow
and I may be shy a bit.
I thought this would be a longer poem, but it’s not. I said what I needed to and hope you enjoy it.
Kyrielle Sonnet
A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:
AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
Can I fly over the green trees?
Can I swim pass the open seas
To a land I do not yet know
Where magic may live and may grow.
What wonders and what sounds may be sung?
What treasures and gems may be flung
on the land where I want to go?
Where magic may live and may grow.
Will you take me some where magical?
Can we try to be radical
living where music freely flows
Where magic may live and may grow.
Can I fly over the green trees
Where magic may live and may grow.
I did not want to think about writing any one else’s tombstone, because if I want to write about you it’s because I love you. That being said I’m not sure if how twisted it is to write an Epitaph for myself, but I kept it light and something I actually wouldn’t mind on my tombstone.
Epitaph
An epitaph is a brief poem inscribed on a tombstone praising a deceased person, usually with rhyming lines.
With life measured in love and not in time
she always shared her love and enjoyed a rhyme
now the time has come for her to venture on
she will be missed not a little but a ton.