Ghazal 3

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

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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9 Responses to Ghazal 3

  1. ahhh very cool…. all are similar yet using different tools… all to achieve the same outcome.

  2. rawencounterswithestella says:

    Oh my wow!!! Gorgeous!!!! Love love love!! This is so special! 🙂

  3. purple says:

    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!

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