Writing My Way Home



For my last small stone writing practice of January 2016, I would like to share a Kyirelle poem that I wrote at my writer’s group. A Kyirelle poem is structured so that all the lines have eight syllables and each stanza of four lines ends in a refrain. There are four stanzas. It takes on a rhythmical form very much like a rhyming couplet. I won’t go into its exact structure – let’s just say that it’s like finishing a puzzle in the form of a poem. Writing a Kyirelle poem was given as an optional prompt or writing exercise, and while I often ignore these, I jumped on it and finished it with a flourish. This poem almost wrote itself, and I was the scribe. Since its theme centers on this month’s blogging, I am sharing it here:


Writing My Way Home  – A Kyirelle

As a mindful writing practice,
I blog daily on that and this.
It is called sharing a small stone,
A spoonful of prose and a poem.

January lobs with a cold moon,
And winter scenes of snow monsoons.
My muse inspires an artful tone,
A spoonful of prose and a poem.

Tales of grit, grace and gratitude,
Shape its forum and latitude.
With tears of laughter, grief and groans,
A spoonful of prose and a poem.

Presence is my daily prayer.
Growth is awareness being here.
To this end I write my way home,
A spoonful of prose and a poem.

c   Andrea Grillo ~ 2016


Kettledrum roll please…

It begins with a soft tap
almost a twitch
ever so slowly
the percussion picks up
lightly rolling 
into a steady beat…  …  …  …  …

sounds and resounds
joined by the hiss and tingle
of a tambourine oscillating
and announcing the crescendo 
kettledrum roll —

as the old house pipes
clamor ’til horse
and lazily collapse
into the sound 
of a warm pillow.

ag ~ 2013

Angry Grace ~ Mindful Writing Challenge #31

Angry Grace

How can that be your name?
Isn’t that an oxymoron?
Angry Grace hears that a lot.
It’s the one thing that does not make her angry

Angry Grace took a lifetime
to recognize her own value.
She was so afraid of her power
that she willingly sacrificed herself 
to Depression and got ulcers.

Depression used Anger
without Grace to bully her.
Anger without Grace 
turned in on herself
and buried her self-worth.

She lost the ability to see clearly
and unemotionally her role as a friend.
It took Pain, another buddy with an identity problem
to acknowledge that even though
Angry Grace is not pretty or popular
she partners with Truth.

And everyone claims to love Truth.
Angry Grace covers for Truth.
Truth is able to show his vulnerable side
through her.
Truth is simple and modest
Angry Grace is not.

She comes in flashes.
She comes in cycles.
She comes through wounds.
She comes through love.
She is hot and cold at the same time.
It’s no wonder that Angry Grace is a hard beauty
to appreciate.

ag ~ 2013