The supple wonder of her grace is art,
And how the heart responds in pace is art.
With windows to a peaceful golden soul,
Her gentle, loving, tender face is art;
In picturesque perfection lost in thought,
Her careless gaze across a space is art.
One could not dream of sculptures finer made—
Her aspect to its faintest trace is art.
A glowing warmth as from the sliding sun,
Her fragrant presence in its place is art.
Zahhar delights in treasures such as her,
For just her current in the race is art.
Author notes
to learn more about the ghazal: allpoetry.com/Column/784848/all=1
Written March 6th, 2002
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more hell
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what's under your skin now?
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HELL .......lol
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noooo, they're this girl's: allpoetry.com/poets/Carino
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Isi: i've been trying to post what i feel are my better examples.
let's see... if you liked this one, and if you felt you learned from this one, then i think you will probably like "Whispers", "Acorn", and "Vapors" equally as much. those are some of my best examples of this art form. -
amazing
I've been trying to learn the structure of the Ghazal and here you have a wonderful example of such a form. I wish I could write like that...
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Excellently written. Very sweet.
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You did a fantastic job on this, and managed to create her beautifully, like a painter would, except you paint her more from the inside out :-)
Excellent poem, enjoyed this very much,
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Very Good!!
A Ghazal is not an easy form to write in. I think you did an incredible job on this one. Loved how everything was compared to art. Enjoyed reading this poem of yours. -
Feelings of adoration here, to her mind and body, I guess.
When the eyes fall in love at the same time as the heart does, all we see is beauty and perfection.
Very nice and warm poem
K&L,
Mari
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Hello, A.S.! Remember me? Maybe not, but whatever. Just thought I'd check in on you. This is wonderful; I'm a sucker for this stuff. I'm growing fonder of form poetry by the moment, and the Ghazal is striking in its artful employment of repetition. The eloquence with which you write is spellbinding.
I had hoped that we could start corresponding on a more regular basis; I think that as I begin to seriously study poetry, you would be quite a good influence. Oftentimes I stumble over rhyming words, and I especially have trouble with iambic poetry; I'm in the process of writing a Shakespearean sonnet, and needless to say it is coming along slowly. If you don't mind, I'd like to come to you for advice regarding formulaic verse. I'm also curious to know which poets you consider your most prominent influences.
Sorry for the long-winded comment. I hope this isn't bothering you too terribly. Get back to me when you have the time. -
to touch within that dream wherein a soul simply touches a breath at a time!
Yes I hear the love within this.
and yes you have me remembering my past a moment at a time!
I did enjoy this very much so!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill -
I have never been found of the repeated lines, but here this ties in well. I like the way that it flowed, all the aspects of this woman being so beautiful (as the title suggest) she should be on dispaly to behold. Good job!
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Rarity indeed!
Dear A S,
You know, these things are growing on me! Maybe I ain't so bad after all!
There was a movie, can't recall the protagonists, called
"Too Soon", in which the statue in the department store came to life, much to the amazement and joy of a fellow who had fallen head over heels with her.
But then the Hunchback of Notre Dame wished he could be a sandstone gorgoyle, so his heart would stop breaking!
Very pretty poem....beautiful styling....and story to boot!
English is alive and well at A S!
Regards,
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A glowing warmth as from the sliding sun,
Her fragrant presence in its place is art.
A common theme done up with uncommon art.You have pained a wonderful picture through your words and bult a sensuous work of sculpture. -
Fantastically beautiful
beautifully penned. Beautiful women are like art. This piece reminds me of the greek myth pygmalion. Where the sculpter falls in love with the woman he is chiseling out of stone and Aphrodite brings her to life for him. Don't know why... just the first thing that popped into my head. A wonderful ghazal anyway. You've got that gift. The gift of Art. Kinda reminds me of a poet pygmalion bringing to life a women with words. hrm....
Edited on Nov 10, 10:22 p.m. because 'dratted spelling errors'. -
I see Zahhar has more than a small dose of the romantic coursing in his veins. The object of this "Rarity" Ghazal is, I trust, fully aware of your admiration...?
My only "nit" would be in the second tercet where I might have reversed the words "tender" and "gentle" but this only shows how hard I had to work at it to find fault...so take that into consideration.
Nicely written and cheers, my friend,
Del
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