Tuesday, October 23, 2007
ghazal ("this moment")
Can scraps of yesterday ever suffice this moment?
we've got to fight our way to paradise this moment
your lore when painted gray patently hides your story
the shore where palmtrees sway seems so precise this moment
when round & round she goes who knows her destination?
the denouement at play twirls with the dice this moment
each character on stage blends a bouquet of nuance
by gumbo this buffet's spread to entice this moment
I wonder how it works! that's why I play with language
the marvel of today teems with device this moment
a bevy of intrigues joust in a tiny teahouse
the man in the beret calls the police this moment
you cast elegant lines! when you reel in? slim pickings
you spend your last cliche merely concise this moment
so much one cannot say hovers in implication
painterly stacks of hay subtly slice this moment
I'll meet you 'round the bend after the race inshallah
I've seen the hotshots hey! they don't play nice this moment
the wise concur her cheek plots out the curl of meaning
some girl beside the bay so satisfies this moment
excuse my breeze through town I'm on a lethal errand
the soughing of the ney exacts a price this moment
a hundred times we've failed to comprehend bare sunlight
the road to Mandalay's covered in ice this moment
I thought I'd proffer garlands in the rosy season
my pocket guards a grain or two of rice this moment
you're tardy Raphael but from the lobby listen!
her single voice conveys everything twice this moment
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