Ghazal #1 : Desert Muse

I now turn to explore another form of poetry known as ghazal. I gather from my reading that they consist of couplets, ranging from 5-15. The second line of every couplet closes with a refrain. The last couplet will contain the penname of the poet. In my case, I chose Lorot.

These are not poetry class notes and they don’t pretend to be such. You see, sometimes echoes disappear. Trapping them here inside caves helps a great deal. But pilgrimage is all about keeping your ears open to trap your own echoes.

That’s all.

Now, off to the first ghazal in Echoes of the Hills.

 Ps. Note to Self: Structured poetry is like an unruly child. When it fails to co-operate, you feel like to smack it. What a tenacity it requires!

Desert Muse

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Nature has a playful part in a sultry desert

Exhibited by the little animals in a flattery desert.

The fingers of want tickle the cerebrum

To pick traces of life in a paltry desert.

Like the squirrel sipping from a Coke bottle

Hope transcended from dust to slurry desert

Amazing to watch the poise and intellect

Emboldened against the worry desert

Lorot, though unlearned of the deserts, says

Be still, the squirrel kept cool in the paltry desert

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