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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| Photo supplied by Poets United |
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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