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!


Day 26 of NaPoWriMo 2020


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“We were goin’ to meet again and wait”
I stand under the tree in rain and wait

I stand accused of things that I never did
But, for you I will swear in vain and wait

Why not celebrate and toast what we have?
Iced and uncorked is champagne.  And wait.

Thirsty you have made me, thirsty I am.  How
long will it be?  How long must I abstain and wait?

For you, I’ll take on the world, but give me a sign.
I’m going crazy anticipating in this vein and wait.

‘Mirage’ conjures up the visions of exotic islands,
With nowhere to go, all I do is complain and wait.


Notes:  Day 26 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  Off prompt today as well.

Penned another ghazal.  I started with the first line from Bob Dylan’s song “This wheel’s on fire”.  Incidentally, this is 200th post on this blog, it took me a good 8 years to get there.