I'm interested in work like Hal's that reinvents a
form by blowing it out of the water--BUT I'm getting
real sick of sonnets, old and new. Maybe we could move
on to other formal forms and blow THEM out of the
water, for a change. My own attempt, successful or
not, as you (my audience) deem it--a ghazal (is it?)
that breaks the rules of ghazal form (the so-called
American ghazal, that is, popularized--sorta--by
Adrienne Rich).
It's dedicated--avant la lettre--to Joe D., by the
way, as he has also played with gazelle/ghazal in his
poem "The Gazelles," which I swear I never read until
after I'd written mine. (Do you believe me, Kasper?)
Run-on Ghazal, Undone
Naturally, you imagine her eyes of some maternal
color
brighter ahead than gazania as she leaps and takes you
aback without a glance to keep you in stride; home on
the run's your belvedere, her unexamined assumption
in the face of tigers always behind, their oral
tradition
chatoyant in a running order where stripes taste
blotched;
_non gazebo, non videbo_, sums up this tiffin relation
of
savanna ecology: blindness and desire cinquefoiled as
tiger's-
eye theorizes hunger, the mother of all sandwiches in
which you--
Candice
P.S. Sorry about the messy runovers--the poem's in
couplets apart from the single last line.
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