I was challenged by pranabaxom to write a ghazal, which neither of us has done in a while. Here’s mine.
On moonless nights, I hear the pounding rain,
Sleep flees beneath the hooves of pounding rain.
When dawn breaks with pale light, it casts a glow,
Pearl beauty through veils of astounding rain.
The empty day is long and incomplete,
Our sunny bench drenched in rebounding rain.
Sad trees drip on the path of your return,
Watery blurs in the surrounding rain.
I strain to hear your step upon the path,
The only sound is this confounding rain.
Will you bring calm before night falls again,
Or dogged will I be by the hounding rain?
21 thoughts on “Rain”
Ghazals are hard. Well done!
The last few attempts I’ve made, I’ve deleted because they were stupid.
I’m sensing it might be raining where you are?
Nope. But it often sounds as though it is. There are still enough leaves on the poplars to make a sound like rain and the acorns fall from the oak trees as if someone is faking a hail storm..
Oh. . . 🙂
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Oh yeah, you make me crazy! LOL
Wonderful, but – shame on me – never heared about Ghazal before. 😉
I hadn’t until someone used it as a poetry prompt some time ago.
Thank you! It’s a funny form, but I like to give it a go from time to time.
It is quite lyrical 💜
I’m pleased you think so 🙂
I do 🌹
We still have to wait a week to see any rain here. Can I wait a week to post mine?
Well done Jane.
Pounding astounding rain
Washed away writing pain
Of course! We haven’t actually had any rain yet, but we will.
I posted mine just a few minutes back.
Got it 🙂
I love this, Jane!
Thank you, Betty 🙂