March 29, 2015

Oh! Death I Praise Thee : Kyrielle

Life  is fragile and faint,
engrossed in emotions all vain,
only one thing is perfect,
and it is called the death.

A companion to the core,
it’ll never leave you alone,
loyal at your last breath,
and it is called the death.

A salvation from this world,
towards the cosmic underworld,
where every soul collects,
and it is called the death.




Kyrielle : French poetry form, usually eight syllables per line.Rhyme scheme a. a. b. B..... c. c. b. B..(B is the refrain)

27 comments:

  1. yes...no one as loyal companion to the last breath as Death....chilling...

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  2. yes...no one as loyal companion to the last breath as Death....chilling...

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  3. Your verse like a Kyrielle Mass I sung a number of years ago now. There is salvation from this dark orb...

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  4. A remainder of that friend walking with us, one step behind until he catch up with us...

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  5. never know when it will visit.. and it comes so unexpectedly sometimes.

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  6. Yes, death is one thing no one can escape.

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  7. Very powerful words, Vandana! Your poem reminds me of the way medieval writers viewed death.

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  8. quite an interesting form; the most inevitable process of mortality; have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  9. I have some trouble reading the font, Vandana, but your poem resonates. Death's shadow does accompany our journey, much as we try to ignore it.

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  10. Bone chilling thoughts in this season of radiant renewal!

    Poppy

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  11. And death is the final collector ~ Good one Vandana ~

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  12. Yes it does loom beside us always waiting for that tap on our shoulder...

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  13. A chilling write - very effective.

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  14. there's no escaping death. it will be a part of us.

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  15. Death is a certainty...maybe it can wait a little while longer though

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  16. Vandana,

    What astute and true words. A sure thing for each one of us. I hope I may get to enjoy tomorrow, please!!

    Eileen

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  17. Yup! I heard we are not getting out of here alive ;-)
    ZQ

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  18. and everything comes back to life in Spring :)

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  19. and everything comes back to life in Spring :)

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  20. Death comes to everyone and when I ponder upon it (which is very seldom) I just want to enjoy all my time here all the more ..

    Good poem!

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  21. How true. Life is unpredictable and death is not. :)

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  22. beautiful and darkly engaging!!

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  23. So true, no one is as loyal as Death! There is no escaping it..

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