Sometimes life wheels grind and strain my tenacity,
Lost in clouds my troubled mind grasps for sanity.
Are my heartfelt words enough or excess chatter?
Even minor rebuff shakes my strained sanity.
I trundle on, an inner GPS is my guide
sending me back along a path to sanity.
Enjoy moments, release selfish concerns, allow
it all to float away–then I’ll find sanity.
No formula cures a restless spirit more than
love, giving love, our foundation, our sanity.
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The ghazal is an ancient form of Arabic poetry originating in the 7th or 8th century. Centuries later, English writers experimented with the form using free verse and recently, favoring uniform measures and use of rhyme. When Jane Dougherty invited us to write a ghazal this week I hesitated, but after stumbling on a fascinating article about the form I realized that I wanted to make an attempt.
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