For the Daily Post prompt: ghost
Just to prove practice is worth it, another ghazal. Better, I don’t know, but certainly easier.
Among the roses, in the place we loved the most,
I thought I saw behind heat shimmer’s veil, a ghost.
Running through the blooms I caught but a fleeting glimpse,
The sunlight through the leaves, a face so pale, a ghost.
The memories of you and I, sweet summer scents,
I lift my face to seek you there, inhale a ghost.
Beneath the falling petals side by side we sat,
Those lost times fading into image frail, a ghost.
Illusions haunt me still though you will not return,
Through quiet tears the roses’ scent is stale, a ghost.
Those memories of love lost. Very restrained and beautiful.
Thanks Sarah 🙂 I like this one.
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The touch of melancholy suits this form I think. (K)
Almost all the poems with a refrain seem to tend towards sadness.