“Sorry”, is in this week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine edition.

Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Sorry” (a Kyrielle) is in this week’s edition. …
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/sorry/


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 number 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.








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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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      2. With every breath we take
After our weary eyes awake
The existence of daybreak
Appeases our heartaches
And old fallen snowflakes
Remain softened and opaque
        💕😊🌏

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      1. You could not have done more. I feel guilty about Michael. I wonder if I did something wrong while I was pregnant, whether I trusted the doctors to much and gave him too many antibiotics and steroids. The real truth is that I kept him alive when the odds were stacked very high against him surviving. We have to recognize that such thoughts are wrong and recognize the truth.

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  12. Such a heart-touching poem, Ivor! 😦 So relatable. So poignant. 😦
    Such a beautiful photo of beautiful Carole! 🙂

    I don’t know why that guilt has to sneak in so often…even many years down the road…and often at the weirdest times. 😦 No matter how much we do, we still feel we have not done/did not do enough. I was feeling that way recently about several of those in my life who have passed. One passed recently. 😦

    I honestly think they would say, “Oh, please don’t feel that way! Push away that guilt! I so appreciate all of your love, care, kindness (etc)!” 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 💜💜💜

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    1. Thank you kindly for all of your lovely about those ‘creepy-crawly’ guilt complexes that sneakily sliver and slide into subconscious thoughts … I know, and she knows, that I should not guilty, but every now and then the eggshells begin to crack … “then” I write about my feelings, and that has always been helpful self-therapy … Carolyn 😍📃📘💕🌏💜💙

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