tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post3145380844869372892..comments2024-01-21T21:52:09.008-08:00Comments on echoes of the hills: Ghazal #1 : Desert MuseSalem Lorothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02786501839467653361noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-89758780347640791792011-10-21T07:56:33.792-07:002011-10-21T07:56:33.792-07:00Thanks a lot, Madhumakhi. I had written a poem on ...Thanks a lot, Madhumakhi. I had written a poem on hunger before in which I had poured out my heart. Uncharacteristic of myself, I wrote about hunger from a different standpoint. I am still experimenting. Let us see where this leads to.echoesofthehillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-49281297594625476072011-10-21T07:13:24.558-07:002011-10-21T07:13:24.558-07:00What a refreshing perspective on Ghazal! A person ...What a refreshing perspective on Ghazal! A person very familiar with ghazal would normally write a poem in which they'd describe their hunger for their lover or god. How their life is a vast desert without the presence of an anchor or something like that. <br /> Instead you've used ghazal to describe how animals adapt to a desert, prompted by a picture of a cute little squirrel drinking from a coca-cola bottle. <br /> I like the uniqueness of your poem.Madhumakhinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-7004005896391187422011-10-18T08:29:33.045-07:002011-10-18T08:29:33.045-07:00Thanks Ellasedge. Welcome to Echoes of the Hills.Thanks Ellasedge. Welcome to Echoes of the Hills.echoesofthehillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-21963801700597009192011-10-18T08:28:59.404-07:002011-10-18T08:28:59.404-07:00Thanks a lot Susie. Welcome to Echoes of the Hills...Thanks a lot Susie. Welcome to Echoes of the Hills.echoesofthehillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-41574556160322385892011-10-16T13:49:26.295-07:002011-10-16T13:49:26.295-07:00Nice work...the fingers of want tickle the cerebru...Nice work...the fingers of want tickle the cerebrum to pick traces of life in a paltry desert...my favorite line :)Susie Clevengernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-85214434998907421962011-10-13T17:52:26.225-07:002011-10-13T17:52:26.225-07:00Very clever, I love this line, "Emboldened ag...Very clever, I love this line, "Emboldened against the worry desert"Ellasedgenoreply@blogger.com