THE TRACE

THE TRACE

A Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)
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of him

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The day before was so perfect

He’s always there just to protect

He sang her song, painted her face

He left her with such tender trace

 

She smiled at him, she admired more

All his good traits deep to the core

She dreamed to hold, to hug, to chase

He left her with such  tender trace

 

The day they danced in that grand ball

She never thought that she would fall

Unto his arms, to his embrace

He left her with such tender trace

 

And from the day that he was gone

She cried from evening up to dawn

She missed more of their fine, sweet mace

He left her with such tender trace

 

But moment would come to renew

The pledge and dream would still come true

There in her heart, there is a place

He left her with such tender trace.




© 2014 Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)


Author's Note

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)
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.

Credits to: www.shadowpoetry.com

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"There in her heart, there is a place
He left her with such tender trace."
The fragments of true love will never leave us. The words gave purpose to the poem. The above line is true. Traces of people we allowed in. Are always with us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for dropping by, CP.



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"There in her heart, there is a place
He left her with such tender trace."
The fragments of true love will never leave us. The words gave purpose to the poem. The above line is true. Traces of people we allowed in. Are always with us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for dropping by, CP.
Yes indeed, it was a profoundly, sensual relationship while it lasted and one that left the subject with a lasting positive impression !

A fine romantic poetic write and great to be made aware of another form of poetry penning!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Tom.
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DrD
I tend to ignore the meter and form and go straight to the substqnce. It's there that I find the message and it was nostalgic and haunting in its simplicity and sincerity. A marvelous write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot, DrD.
I like this poem, but as I was reading it, I wondered what it would sound like if I wrote it using 1/0/1/0/1/0/1 seven syllable meter: I used some of your words to write his gift poem:

Trace

The prior day was perfect
for I know in retrospect
that he painted her fair face
leaving such a tender trace.

She admired him all the more
deep down to his very core,
traits to hold, to hug, to chase
leaving such a tender trace.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and for that gift poem.
Aethereal

10 Years Ago

You're welcome! If I can write the same poem using fewer syllables per line, then that's what I do i.. read more
No matter how you pack it together..or package it..this is very nice..!!!
Sweet write Dhaye..!!

Scotty
xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thanks, big bro. It's nice to see the kind wolf again into my page.
Scott Metro

10 Years Ago

:)
My pleasure sis..!!!
Dhaye, I love this one. It is sentimental and a bit sad, like missing a lost love. I like the flow and the meter....you did an excellent job with this one. I love the picture you paired with the poem as well.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thank you for dropping by, BOS.
A lovely but sad poem, almost a eulogy it seemed to me. Perhaps a eulogy of a relationship? Very nicely done, this one is one of my favorites of yours', Dhaye. I loved it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

LOL. You love sad poems, huh?
Thanks for the read and review, Eddie.
To me, this piece is about a relationship that is torn apart (perhaps, by distance, by third party) but one of the parties is not losing hope that things will turned out fine. A beautiful and realistic love story you weaved in here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

Thanks for the insights, Gab.

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