In Review

Day 27 NaPoWriMo 2020

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In Review

The twinkle in those eyes drive me insane, I conclude in review
Between dream and wakefulness, in my bed, I’m glued in review.

A historic question: can forty-three be topped in ineptitude and malice?
Along comes forty-five, surpassing with his turpitude. In review.

Uncertainty is usually beyond control, it’s about unknown unknowns.
Beware of those who do nothing but speak in certitude, in review.

A virus going pandemic may seem like an isolated event, but
plantery interconnectedness makes it a prelude in review.

What could be done differently, what could be said differently,
in silence I do the math, in my head I brood in review.

The flame ignited, burns bright, even as a gust of wind makes it
flicker from time to time. Is this one of those moods in review?

Those who serve on the front line, whether they think it is their jobs,
their duty, their choice, deserve a great deal of gratitude in review.

Your promises are a ‘Mirage’ that play with my emotions
This time is different, I thought, yet you elude in review.

Notes: Day 27 of NaPoWriMo 2020. The prompt for today is:

“…challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year 2020 (I think many of us have some thoughts on that one!)”

Not entirely on-prompt, as I did not pick a single subject, which usually hard to do when writing a ghazal.  But I did incorporate review as a refrain (radif) weaving into a ghazal and ruminating about many things.  Wrote this in bits and pieces, and unfortunately, without much of a review. So hopefully it is coherent!

Silence

Day 24 NaPoWriMo 2020

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Silence

“You and I, Love, together we ratify the silence”
The thunder pierces the ears, but we abide by the silence

Let the town crier shout his lies at high decibels,
You and I, swing on our lanai, and dignify the silence

The rising waves of the sea and the oncoming tsunami
May test our patience, but it will never liquefy the silence

The shouters see everything as either black or white
On them, lost is the beauty of rainbow that tie dye the silence

When you put an ignoramus in charge, expect the experts
To get hogtied and their voices crucified in silence

The lickspittles, bereft of a moral compass
Parasitically rationalize, glorify and justify the silence

I cherish your voice with the sonority full of love, but its
The curl of your lips, full of meaning that beautify the silence

‘Mirage’ may seduce with sweet talk and low whispers,
But it can’t disrupt the calm and shanghai the silence

Notes:  Day 24 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  Off-prompt today, penned a ghazal for my muse on her birthday today.  The first line is from Pablo Neruda 100 Love Sonnets IX translated by Stephen Tapscott.  The original Spanish line: “Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio.”