The Slow Waters of our Love - Ghazal

Your love came upon me trickling,
hesitant broken water over rock, trickling.

We clumsily danced to a tune unfamiliar,
in measures and scales of a clock trickling.

Though the dead are alone and etched,
together we handle the shock trickling.

A journey complete is the end of a dream,
a pause for a breath never blocks trickling.

Dandelions explode with finches gold
when the April rains disrupt the flock, trickling.

And so it told and so it is gold, my love,
my Ace, the blood of our veins ever knock, trickling.

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Don Matthews

Sat 10th Aug 2019 23:05

Your poem Devon passed by my eyes
I didn't know the word Ghazal?
Trickling in the title
Wikipedia advises pronounce 'guzzle'

Not easy. Try it after a full breakfast ......

Mae says 'Devon ana'
You tricking me?......

Seriously. Nice Ghazal Devon.....

Mae. You still tricking yours through your mind?

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Devon Brock

Sat 10th Aug 2019 21:52

Thanks, Mae. Looking forward to yours. I am sure it will be great as always. Then, perhaps, another challenge?


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Mae Foreman

Sat 10th Aug 2019 21:05

Excellent Ghazal Devon ana an excellent poem! Very good! I'm still not quite sure about mine though... Good work, this is one of your best! 🎈

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