Is Dead

Who will sing of your beauty now, this poet’s light is dead.
The day is mourning, veiled in black; this heinous night is dead.

Bloodied stars drip from the sky, the rain begins to weep.
The earth covers her naked chest; love’s last delight is dead.

Words hang in the air like fireflies, without their glowing souls.
Close those pages, bottle the ink; the spirit to write is dead!

They build a pyre of silent songs, cut from the hardened air.
It burns, dark-eyed, like his eyes; that flame once bright is dead.

With a lantern of broken memories, she wanders through his mind.
So many lines, not one goodbye; whatever was right is dead.

Who will sing of your beauty now, the poet’s sight is dead.
Where he lay, black roses bloom; even the blight is dead.

(In Ghazal format)
April:#24- 15/30

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29 thoughts on “Is Dead

  1. A beautiful ghazal, the rhyming end-word pattern of dead is well done ~

    I specially like this couplet:

    They build a pyre of silent songs, cut from the hardened air.
    It burns, dark-eyed, like his eyes; that flame once bright is dead.

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  2. Yes.. the poet’s lighthouse.. guides seas of words.. and waves that wash ashore.. in linings of paragraph shores.. and then @Some Poets the lighthouse dims..
    a point of darkness.. but the muses.. are waiting.. beyond
    the midnight moon.. of deepest ocean blues..
    to light the candle of word houses..
    in hues in light of moon
    again in spiring
    glowing muse..:)

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  3. Oh I love how you have used the ghazal, not working through the ways of love that easily turn sappy.. the way you gone full circle from the death of words to the real death of the poet makes me think of all the voices that has silenced before they choose to take their lives..

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    1. Thank you Björn. It’s true, the love theme can get sappy real quick! Hindi/Urdu ghazals that I listen to showcase love and melancholy using the richness of those languages… wasn’t sure if it would work in English- this was my first shot at it, hopefully will get better with practice!!

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        1. Thanks! That post by Sam Peralta was very useful! I think the challenge is the rhyming word in the middle and trying not to get all tacky because of force-fitting it… definitely going to try one more- at least 🙂 Been reading your ghazals as well.. the one on the war I liked the most!

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  4. Ghazals can be tough form, but you hit the ground running with this one. Grace picked my favorite lines (oddly she does that a lot–I write them down, & she has already picked them; smile) Melancholy was the emotion here, yet shards of truth & hope shown through. Is there poetry after death, when divine light infuses all? Probably. Like sex, all good things manifest beyond the veil.

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  5. “Words hang in the air like fireflies, without their glowing souls.
    Close those pages, bottle the ink; the spirit to write is dead!”
    Great description of writer’s block–the words are there but you just can’t get them down on paper.
    Successful use of the difficult ghazal form.

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