These armies marched with red cross splashed on white
Through death and darkness salvaging the light
The artist eschews greys and dimmer shades
To birth his newest canvas coloured bright
The blind man touches truth with senses sharp
A keener eye than would be his by sight
A mother cradles child who’s wept all day
To find a deeper refuge in the night
Punch drunk, the boxer stands to best his foe
So weary now but will not yield the fight
The poet delves the deepest reach of soul
To form beguiling words to give delight.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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ahhh very cool…. all are similar yet using different tools… all to achieve the same outcome.
Thank you so much! 🙂
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Thanks so much, really appreciated! 🙂
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Oh my wow!!! Gorgeous!!!! Love love love!! This is so special! 🙂
Thank you so much – its a challenging form but very rewarding I find. 🙂
This is one form I really have not attempted much. I love exploring different kinds of couplets, but I guess I should explore ghazals too someday. Yours are perfect little gems in pairs of two. Great read!
Thanks, really appreciate your kind words as I find it a hard form to do, but as I said above, that does make it rewarding if it works! 🙂