My thirteenth poem for National Poetry Writing Month uses the prompt from Napowrimo.net—to write a ghazal. I’m not thrilled with any of my attempts at this form; this is the one I disliked the least.
Ghazal about depression cleverly camouflaged as a poem about the weather
I hate to keep going on about the weather,
but each day, it seems, I’m confounded by weather.
When I think the day will go a certain way,
I walk out the door—to be confronted by weather.
When I go inside to sit for a while,
I come back out to find the world changed by weather.
I don’t know what chance I’ve got—
but I always find a way to blame it on the weather.
Sometimes, I’d like to sleep all day
and not have to even think about the weather…
(13 April 2017)
I think you did an excellent job. I personally dread the form and will most probably never attempt it, but you really did a great job, at least for me. It reminds me of one of those poems that will just stay with me and I will remember them even for years to come.
Thanks. I feel better about this poem after a decent night’s sleep.
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