While my students worked in groups on pre-Islamic Arabic poems:
Ghazal
A woman's body makes me feel at home.
This room in which I sleep is not a home.
They danced and where they danced erected walls.
The music stopped, the walls fell, but not the home.
She wanted a divorce. He wanted kids.
They lived inside their fighting like a home.
The stars alone bore witness to his leaving:
footprints, cricket song-bricks to build a home.
I craft this form with words to make a poem.
Each couplet is a roofbeam of my home.
Raindrops caught on a spider's web glisten.
Without light, there cannot be a home.
_________________________
Richard Jeffrey Newman
Associate Professor, English
Nassau Community College
One Education Drive
Garden City, NY 11530
O: (516) 572-7612
F: (516) 572-8134
[log in to unmask]
www.ncc.edu
richardjeffreynewman.blogspot.com
|