A Ghazal for the Class of 2014
Middle school is finished. Life waits beyond these doors.
Your childhood diminished, it abates beyond these doors.
Rush headlong into glory. Stimulate your brain.
Generate your story through gates beyond these doors.
High school unveils riddles of enigmatic futures.
Every moment whittles your fates beyond these doors.
Countless contributions rise as possibility.
Seek out new solutions to relate beyond these doors.
While Mrs. Warren’s classroom grew with inklings of your yearnings,
the world expects a huge debut—go great beyond these doors.
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Another ghazal, I know! Thanks to We Write Poems for the prompt, "doors." Friday is the last day of school. (woo hoo!) This is a rough draft...I keep changing it (don't be surprised if you come back to a totally different piece at some point!). Thanks for taking the time to read my words.
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02 June 2010
31 May 2010
Ghazaling Nows
From the One spring many— distraction cements duality.
Enchantment flips a penny— people resent duality.
Tend each now . . . breathe in . . . breathe out.
Let moments rise and weave in— ferment duality.
Remove preoccupation, be the task at hand.
Tangential rumination represents duality.
When pulling weeds, pull weeds, when doing deeds
do deeds. Focus, lest diversion reinvent duality.
The author washes dishes. Laughter becomes bubbles,
setting free her wishes. She circumvents duality.
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Shout out to the Monday Poetry Train, for allowing Monday posts of any kind, and to Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides for leading me to the ghazal. The ghazal is a poetic form with roots in 7th century Arabia. Every couplet should stand alone, although they follow a certain rhyme and refrain pattern. The last stanza should reference the poet.
Enchantment flips a penny— people resent duality.
Tend each now . . . breathe in . . . breathe out.
Let moments rise and weave in— ferment duality.
Remove preoccupation, be the task at hand.
Tangential rumination represents duality.
When pulling weeds, pull weeds, when doing deeds
do deeds. Focus, lest diversion reinvent duality.
The author washes dishes. Laughter becomes bubbles,
setting free her wishes. She circumvents duality.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shout out to the Monday Poetry Train, for allowing Monday posts of any kind, and to Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides for leading me to the ghazal. The ghazal is a poetic form with roots in 7th century Arabia. Every couplet should stand alone, although they follow a certain rhyme and refrain pattern. The last stanza should reference the poet.
30 May 2010
Love Ghazal
A mantra for a woman who searches for exclusive love
ends her rumination on a haunting and abusive love.
Enveloped in a fuselage of unintended loss
she can’t escape the dark mirage of bleak intrusive love.
Words in chant when uttered, beneath a star-dropped sky
tease open unfluttered, her soul’s reclusive love.
Syllables will congregate and carry a command
to seep through hearts and generate an unobtrusive love.
In profile on Match.com, Caw chanted as she typed
“Internet Yenta, catch me a catch of mutually effusive love.”
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The ghazal is a poetic form with roots in 7th century Arabia. The last stanza should reference the poet. It was interesting to go there. And yes, I met my husband on Match.com. We will be married six years on July 31. It worked for us! A shout out to Sunday Scribblings for the mantra prompt, and to Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides for introducing me to the ghazal. (In the last stanza, I changed my name, Brenda, to Caw. It's a nick I use sometimes in reference to conversations I carry on with crows. ha! One syllable sounded better, and dot com to Caw...you get the picture.)
ends her rumination on a haunting and abusive love.
Enveloped in a fuselage of unintended loss
she can’t escape the dark mirage of bleak intrusive love.
Words in chant when uttered, beneath a star-dropped sky
tease open unfluttered, her soul’s reclusive love.
Syllables will congregate and carry a command
to seep through hearts and generate an unobtrusive love.
In profile on Match.com, Caw chanted as she typed
“Internet Yenta, catch me a catch of mutually effusive love.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The ghazal is a poetic form with roots in 7th century Arabia. The last stanza should reference the poet. It was interesting to go there. And yes, I met my husband on Match.com. We will be married six years on July 31. It worked for us! A shout out to Sunday Scribblings for the mantra prompt, and to Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides for introducing me to the ghazal. (In the last stanza, I changed my name, Brenda, to Caw. It's a nick I use sometimes in reference to conversations I carry on with crows. ha! One syllable sounded better, and dot com to Caw...you get the picture.)
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