I picked a blossom from the tree
and put it in my hair for thee
but you were blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there
You did not see my tears that day
or hear me whisper, “please, just stay”
I bowed my head as if in prayer
I was alone still, standing there
Only the robin in her nest
Replied to my ardent request
She seemed to understand despair
I was alone still, standing there
The sun went down, the moon arose
the stars put on fantastic shows
but I was blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there
I picked a blossom from the tree
I was alone still, standing there
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Another form challenge from Bastet at MLMM – the Kyrielle Sonnet
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Thanks! Will do.
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This is beautiful and the repetition works so powerfully that it dawned on me that I did my kyrielle completely wrong! Oops.
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thanks a bunch!
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This just kind of bounces along. So rhythmic!
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This is really very nicely written … I loved the classical rhythmic feel of the poem – you touched that note of romantic love that reminds me of unrequited love … if I might be so bold, I would have liked to have seen “nor” rather than “or” in the beginning of the second line in the second stanza – just a thought though …
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thanks – and you are so right, nor would fit much better.
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🙂
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