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Poetry Type of the Day: Kyrielle
A 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.
Inspired by this quote: “Strive to be first: first to nod, first to smile, first to compliment, and first to forgive.” -Anonymous

The First

By Jaden Brulotte

5/8/2008

A day may come that you will find

Your normal life just seems rehearsed

Nobody else will sympathize

I ask you, can I be the first?


When you feel like life’s a trial

With everything at its worst

Most people won’t extend a smile

I ask you, can I be the first?


When you have made a huge mistake

And you wish it could be reversed

Some won’t forgive; your heart may break

I ask you, can I be the first?


Depression means that you can’t breathe

You feel as if your chest may burst

A compliment can soothe, indeed

I ask you, can I be the first?

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