Poem 62: Rhapsodic burst

The form chosen this month is the ghazal.

The dead twigs of winter, neglected, burst into flower.
The dull, dawdling child, subjected, bursts into flower.

See the clown with wilted roses wrapped in newspaper;
his tears of blue make buds dejected burst into flower.

Young lovers kiss; they have eloped to camp at the beach.
The one with his tent well erected bursts into flower.

Dance barefoot the jagged stony path; the pilgrims’ way.
Reveal that love, when it’s perfected, bursts into flower.

The young girl, so good, so sweet, so plain, so commonplace,
all innocent and unaffected, bursts into flower.

Grandmother tends her pint-sized patch of barren garden.
It’s watered, watched, and as expected, bursts into flower.

Bruce, despite huge carpet stains, gets rent bond back in full;
he breaks into song! oops! corrected! bursts into flower!

17 thoughts on “Poem 62: Rhapsodic burst

          1. Shubha Athavale

            Bruce, Hindi is very different from English so naturally the ones in English will sound different just like when my boys go to India, they sound Aussie but ultimately the “expression” is universal and beautiful I believe, as are your ghazals

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  1. umashankar

    Nothing like a ghazal to capture the gyrations of the planet alongside the mood of the poet. Your ghazal does justice to many a phenomenon, not the least of which are the unrequited pangs of the clown, the beauty of the ordinary girl bursting into a flower overnight, and that very meaningful third couplet. I will be waiting for more.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thank you for finding the third couplet meaningful. It’s a giggly sort of image! And yes, you’re right, the whole is some sort of celebratory gyration for getting all my rental bond money back (after the dog pee-ed on the carpet.)

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          Woof! Woof! And the next poem is based on the Vietnamese Luc bat – about a dahlia. But unfortunately it is a red dahlia – otherwise I would’ve used one of your pictures. (with permission of course).

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I delight in having my dull life coloured by your intelligent perceptions, your wit, and your vivacity.

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