Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Ghazalit

Bunch of shit, it...

wish I could quit it

 

Sucking in wind, it...

try to unhit it

 

Burning all round, it...

find what is lit, it.

 

Bitterness fills it...

trying to spit it.

 

Greediness grabs it...

wanting to split it.

 

Stealing from time, it...

the law is writ it.

 

Writhing in pain, it…

teeth on the bit, it.

 

Coming apart, it...

build up the kit, it.

 

A dam atom it…

add em to fit it.

◄ Skylight

The Swallows ►

Comments

Devon Brock

Fri 30th Aug 2019 15:22

Adam,

I agree with Mae - this is a radical twist on the Ghazal form. I am shocked and delighted by the departure for the usual longer couplets. Well presented you rebel!

D

Profile image

Adam Rabinowitz

Fri 30th Aug 2019 15:11

Thank you for teading liking and commenting.

Don, the true fruit of art is never low hanging but must be climbed for as though one were seeking a rainbow in a cloud.

Metaphysically,
A.

Profile image

Don Matthews

Fri 30th Aug 2019 08:29

Balls and a bunch of deep shit here
It is Adam, but gave me joy
However could find no poet's fruit here
Needed OJ to wash 'way the cloy

Gosh Don your comment is shitty
(Bit like the poem above)
Mae's in a state of ecstatics
I think you should just be got rid of ?

Profile image

Mae Foreman

Fri 30th Aug 2019 07:14

Wow! Radical! Melikes! Bold and intriguing! Excellent job! Kudos Adam! ?
Mae

Profile image

Adam Rabinowitz

Fri 30th Aug 2019 06:10

Mysticism, eroticism, and karaokeism all are referenced in this latest homage to it. Here the poet brings it all to fruition while simultaneously holding it sacred.

Balls, I'm tired but I do hope you enjoy reading it.?

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message