Oh, dear, Day 14
My Headache Ghazal (and my excuse for not posting last night)
What is a headache made of? Made up in the brain,
of course, what I’ve called “an exquisite pain.”
But why call the pain exquisite? What can that mean?
Delicate, beautiful? An exquisite pain —
from the Latin, sought out, from ex- and to seek.
But who seeks even an exquisite pain?
Highly wrought another dictionary suggests,
good or bad, an exquisite pain,
torture as well as art. That fits. But carefully selected?
Bethany! Stop choosing this exquisite pain.
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See Chris Jarmick’s prompt: Day 14 of National Poetry Month, and here’s a link to Agha Shahid Ali’s “Even the Rain” — another fine example of a ghazel (from a master) at poets.org.
enchanting! Both this poetic form and your wonderful use of it!
bravo!
Thanks, Chris — I’m so enjoying all the comments this month — so thank you everyone. Scary to keep putting out such raw, unpolished stuff!
On Tue, Apr 15, 2014 at 6:21 PM, A Writer's Alchemy wrote:
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