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Ghazal
Take 1
Faking the day well again, working again, while eating my heart
Working up a storm so that it won't break again, my sloppy heart
This evening, while you were out working, I watched a film alone
I noticed how the Lovers kissed and felt a knife in heart
Romcons make me hiss, romance so prescribed, yet I am still hooked
The rope hangs low, swinging slow, over matters heart
Designed to use well and make us dissatisfied with our lives
Fill our heads with nonsense, float insecurities across landscape heart
The Actors on-screen kiss so well, the close-up makes jealousy
Measuring and comparing as we go, the quality of vanities heart
The date is so overrated and the dinner is a letdown
Yet something keeps us lingering for that fatal tingly heart
So we string a sentence together down a slippery slope
Reinvent the wheel or something close to heart
Lennie Varvarides, June 2021
This is my first attempt at the Ghazal. On reflection, I probably should not have picked a word like heart…, but I committed to the first image that came to mind…, hence Take 1. I…
