I wrote this five years ago (or so...). An as-yet-untitled Ghazal:
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Trying not to recall how your bright eyes reflect in your words,
I make note of every color change you inject in your words.
Refreshing, that change - planetary influence might be blamed
For astonishing clues culled from harsh intellect in your words.
Rotary meanings click the time into grey bites between us,
I race to harvest rationalizations suspect in your words
Please! I offer bleeding bits of my soul to your whim’s altar.
Perhaps I read only subtle spectrums of reject in your words.
I queue up in the maze and greedily wait for a sign:
See your lover scramble for hope she can’t detect in your words.
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How did November 2009 get here without my noticing it?
Happy autumn all....
Friday, November 06, 2009
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