I was required for my creative writing class this past semester to write a poem in "ghazal" (pronounced "guzzle") form. It is a strict form originating from Arab culture. You will be able to tell what some of the requirements were just from reading it, but I should probably tell you that virtually all ghazals are about unrequited love. So naturally I wrote about an crush I had an high school, on a guy two years older than me, strikingly handsome, and totally not interested. His name is the title of the poem, which I am not including in this post. Enjoy!
He kills bamboo and breaks the holy song
Eyes alone, the silence sings the song
The dying butterflies of his red lashes
Blink and past me see the ancient song
Eyes of bamboo green and growth decay
His perfect voice croaks out his lonely song
But I, the master of th’impossible
Whisper sleepy tears and sob the song
His heart of gold is locked in iron ribs
The trumpets blare their icy loving song
Living Fragrance of this time now gone
Recalls and Bitter crawls to bring the song.
God bless.
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