Having hosted a dVerse prompt recently on the ghazal form I have spent some more time studying it and decided to pen another for myself. There may be a series of these as it is a form that speaks to me.
Here i make use of both the refrain (RADIF), this lone pillow, and a rhyme scheme ( QAFIYA) face, place, space etc as well as my signature in the final couplet.
I have employed a classic theme which could be interpreted as being about the memory or perhaps dream of a lover or as metaphor to describe the longing for the divine.
I hope you enjoy.
Fragrant dawn shimmers across my waking face, this lone pillow
whispers of love calling silently in your place, this lone pillow
shadow memories play t(w)o as one, merging into the light
sound and scent of you, echo silent space, this lone pillow
falling snow sang softly of your footsteps, but not this day
chasm opens and tilts my heart to face, this lone pillow
passion burned eyes all soulful and knowing, now but an ember
such is this longing veil i must embrace, this lone pillow
how can this emptiness be so filled with you, my beloved
this scribbler knows that you exist, wrapped in his tender heart
Paul Scribbles 
This ghazal has such a classical feel to it… I almost sense that you have found a form that’s for you… I feel the longing when resting on that lonely pillow… I could see this growing into something more… either as a set of ghazals or as an even longer one from that lonely pillow.
I think it will expand too. Glad you enjoyed it.
Wow, Paul, You are perfecting the ghazal. This is a beauty, romantic, tender and a tad wistful.
Thanks Kim. This form fits me well.
This is beautiful Paul, I love the rhythm and it reminds me of the kind of chanting I heard at the Sacred Voices festival many years ago.
The beauty in this poetic work shows the romantic and tender creativeness of your brilliant mind. 🙂
Really sharp, effective sadness, loneliness, longing…
Once again you’ve mastered the ghazal. A lonely lover
This is gorgeous–and yes, the form seems to speak to you–
I liked that last stanza about knowing the beloved exists.
A beautiful poem of dreams just before waking…. The longing for love …. The visions of the mind that once lost can never again be captured… The love and longing…only to find reality a pillow!
Dwight
“how can this emptiness be so filled with you, my beloved”
Love’s oxymoron. Or is it Grief’s? Probably not much of a difference. Beautiful poem, Paul.
No difference at all in my experience.
Yes, a wonderful poem and form….I did write for your prompt, but when I hit save, it was lost. That is when I first knew I had a computer problem. I hope to try again, like you, I liked the form.
there is something so hypnotic about this piece – not only because of the poetic form, but also because of the words you’ve used as your refrain and rhyme scheme. It’s easy to just lose yourself in this – to linger and reread …. and just muse …. it’s very sensual.
Thanks.Your web address goes nowhere. Where are you?
huh? – which one …. actually, I’m working off blogger … was recently trolled on wp …. https://puddlesnakedtoes.blogspot.ca
in case you’re interested …
The one linked to your comment is the grapefruit address..thx for the link..always interested x
hmm … now that is supposed to be totally gone …. thanks for the heads up …. see if I can’t sort this 🙂
thanks again Paul – I think I’ve got it figured out now 🙂 cheers and have a wonderful weekend
Thanks! I did enjoy …
I had to look twice to find your name–The ghazal seems a challenge, but you make it sound easy. Bravo.
SMiLes.. interestingly
Grief loses Comfort
of Oxytocin
And rises
Pleasure of
Dopamine hint..
Bitter Sweet life is
And Science sHows why..;)
kaykuala
this scribbler knows that you exist,
wrapped in his tender heart
The scribbler is so sure unto himself. How love can expect to conquer everything in its path!
Hank
lovely poem!