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Ghazals: After Her Passing
by Chris Mooney Singh
"Her passport-photo pouch, I flipped from bed to floor,
her several faces stared before they stopped." - outstanding. A flip-animation of a personality too soon stopped.
"Why hunt for her among the silent trees?
Her heart stopped. Yours must start again." - the mind and heart keep returning to some spot that is still animated by memories however silent is has become. Very vivid imagery and the last line a good link with the first ghazal.
Posted by: Fergus | Sunday, 05 June 2011 at 01:22 PM
Ghazal after the death of a son
by Jean Hallingstad
"So this my name foretold, God's bitter gift
Of sharpest love all sundered, wanting you."
The mind cannot prepare the heart for a loss that turns the order of things on its head.
Posted by: Fergus | Sunday, 05 June 2011 at 01:08 PM
Is this the correct place to comment on individual ghazals?
Posted by: Fergus | Monday, 09 May 2011 at 12:21 PM