The Public Fountain – Kyrielle – April 29, 2016

Water fountain_2_signed

drops of water in this fountain
blow in the wind now forgotten
no one can hear them any more
and none can see the river roar

days and nights pass, tumbling by
(even the fountain will grow dry)
all some day will pass through that door
where none can see the river roar

human endeavours, often fine
fall to decay as they decline
then war blossoms from hates of yore
’cause none can see the river roar

neglected fountain by the road
once a marvel – fresh water flowed
quenching the thirst of rich and poor
but now, none see the river roar

© G.s.k. ‘16

“It seems to me what is called for is an exquisite balance between two conflicting needs: the most skeptical scrutiny of all hypotheses that are served up to us and at the same time a great openness to new ideas.  

Openness is an overarching concept or philosophy that is characterized by an emphasis on transparency and free, unrestricted access to knowledge and information, as well as collaborative or cooperative management and decision-making rather than a central authority. Openness can be said to be the opposite of secrecy.

Poets United – Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Open / Openness

First Day of Autumn – Kyrielle Poem – September 22, 2015

autumn gree

As I walk under the hot sun
I think of autumn, just begun
And reflect upon sweet new wine
Not on inevitable decline.

Indian summer warms me still
There is no hint of winter’s chill –
I bow in life’s ever-green shrine
Not in inevitable decline.

True, the season will soon turn grey
As shorter grows each passing day
Leaves will fall but I will not pine
Not for inevitable decline.

In this season of decline, sing
About joys of eternal spring
Think of young lovers still entwined
Not of inevitable decline.

© G.s.k. ‘15

B&P Shadorma & Beyond – September 19, 2015

T’is the Night (Samhain) – kyrielle – October 29, 2014

T’is the Night (Samhain)

T’is the night when spirits visit
The djinn and afrits join the fun
We’ll built our bonfires high and dance
Then will come cold Calan Gaeaf



The harvest’s over – the grain’s stored
Now days grow shorter – cold winds blow
For a day spirits walk the earth
Then will come cold  Calan Gaeaf

We’ll go a guising Samhain night
Mix with the spirits with delight
Won’t think of winter’s long cold blight
Then will come cold Calan Gaeaf

T’is the night when spirits visit
The Djinn and afrits join the fun

(c) G.s.k. ’14


Once upon a time, I wrote a poem for a friend’s challenge, it was supposed to be a Kyrielle Sonnet, but though I wrote with the prescribed stanza and syllables (meter) and repeated the first two lines to create the refrain –  I forgot to rhyme the poem.  She kindly suggested we call it a Bastet Kyrielle … so here’s a Bastet Kyrielle with a twist, the last line of the first three stanzas are repeated. This is to honor Samhain  (pronounced /ˈsɑːwɪn/ SAH-win or /ˈs.ɪn/ SOW-in[1] Irish pronunciation: [sˠaunʲ]) and the Welsh first day of winter Calan Gaeaf (pronunciation: sound link, which was this week’s Tale Weaver’s Prompt at Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie






Sunday Whirl on Monday – Kyrielle Sonnet – September 22, 2014


by brenda warren

The Old Miner

The crossed old grumpy miner
Sailed the wide ocean blue,
To keep his lady-love happy,
For she had a heart of gold …

She’d looked at him with an expression,
That would give you or I a chill,
One could see she’d give him hell,
Rather than live in the desert still …

Mind you now, she was quite docile ..
As far as gentle hell-cats go.
But she wanted to see merry England
And so a sailing they did go.

The crossed old grumpy miner
Sailed the wide ocean blue.

*this is a very loose kyrielle sonnet written for Sunday Whirl!   😉

Anger – Kyrielle Sonnet

“Anybody can become angry – that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.”- Aristotle

“In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.”- Buddha

Rhyme-less Kyrielle Sonnet


once again you underline
everything not right in me
you pick and peck like a hen
and now I feel just worthless

anger should be my response
not just sitting back in shock
the hurt’s gone on much too long
yet each time it’s just the same

funny that for most of us
anger is to be avoided
when my problem as you see
is I cannot get mine out

tears that well up in my eyes
are anger’s condensation

For many years, I was unable to become angry.  I felt sad when attacked and I usually felt that somehow, I was always in the wrong, and would just feel worthless.

Though I’ve become better at feeling angry and getting resentment out in order to  defend myself from “bullies”, it is always an effort.  In fact, I very rarely argue or raise my voice, and would prefer to just leave rather than face unpleasantness.

In the past I could have read Aristotle’s beginning words in the quote above and expressed some very serious doubts about just how easy it is to become angry.  As for the Buddha, of course he is correct…but in fact in the above situation, a person who allows herself or himself to be bullied needs to search and to find their worth.  In my opinion, that is the first truth one must seek.

Of course the situation I lived in was not a “not being angry” reality.  The anger, deformed and turned inwards, was probably a part of my personality, that part of my character which wanted to be the martyr, like saying: “Look at poor me…what I have to go through as I carry the world’s troubles upon my shoulders, and now, also be mistreated.”  Not so cool I think and good to go forward leaving that sort of thing in order to have a better approach to life.

The quote that is right for me is the following (uhm) with-in limits:

“Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.”  – James Russell Lowell

This was written in response to Dungeon Prompts Season Two Week Four…my response for the prompt:  Anger Management.


Kyrielle Variations: The Bridge

The RoseThe Bridge


The bridge
leads to
a smiling
square house!

The bridge

The bridge

The bridge
by a
red rose.

The bridge


Life’s bridge
leads me
from youth
to age.

Life’s bridge
each new

Life’s bridge
new souls
a joy!

Life’s bridge
the way
not the
end goal.

Life’s bridge


And if I should come upon a bridge,
That cannot be crossed, what then
Is it possible for this to happen?
Can a day without passage exist?

I contemplate the problem and think:
If one bridge is blocked another is free!
Forever in movement, we never stop crossing.
If not one bridge then another one will do.

The bridges of life, the material bridges,
every single living moment is a crossing,
from my yesterday ’til my tomorrow
and all the people I meet move too.

Should I then be saddened when you’re gone?
I will be, even if it’s silly to be so.
Each person who has crossed bridges with me,
becomes a part of me, leaving something.

and so my life goes on as I cross my bridges
knowing not the goal, just the way, sometimes.

Written for Prompt 32 Bridge: MINDLOVEMISERY

I’ve chosen to write this post, a sort of meditation, using a double Gary Kyrielle and then a semi Kyrielle…actually free verse following the Kyrielle pattern.

We Drink Inspirtation Prompt #2

Sahm King offers us the opportunity on the WDBWP‘s prompt to reflect on our silver linings…



Double Gary Kyrielle

Silver linings


in time
will show

What seemed
a loss
to be
your gain

Thought you
to be

Think then
the love

And say


has brought
so much
to me

And war
has taught
me love
for peace

was I

me for


I wish to dedicate this poem to Caddo Spumoni, and his enthusiastic inspirational use of the Gary Kyrielle.

Kyrielle: Yesterdays

Arco's Castle



I wander through this lonely life,
Full of terror and daily strife,
And then I look back in a daze,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

I ask here does time really flow?
I’m not sure if I really know.
I look upon these passing ways,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

The Zen master taught with a bow:
“Time is an illusion says Tao.”
I uselessly sharpen my gaze,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

I looked in the mirror and hey!
My head is now crowned in light grey.
My days pass me by in replays,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

So if time is an illusion.
Arthritis just a delusion.
I’ll dance and sing in cabarets,
Looking for my lost yesterdays!

Well, I think it’s philosophy,
Not really gerontology,
Far better than writing essays,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

A rhyme that’s about passing time,
I prefer to ranting on crime.
Illusion or not rot decays,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

I think right now just for starters,
I’ll ban those government farters!
No past so ’tis a useless phrase:
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

October 13th Prompt: Community Storyboard