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Ghazal Poetry: Sing the Childhood Loss

By T.S. Poetry 26 Comments

Ghazal poetry sings the ache. For a lover, yes. But also, at times, for simple loss.

Poetry Prompt

Think of a childhood space that has since been lost, to time or ruin, to geography or housing-development. Sing the ache of what cannot be reclaimed, except, perhaps, in your ghazal poem. (Need a reminder for how to write a ghazal? Go here.)

Thanks to our participants in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a ghazal we enjoyed from Grace Marcella Brodhurst-Davis…

On Recapturing Childhood Creativity

The child who’s lost her hold as age deludes her skeptic girl
Fate knows, and her dreams for you behold optimistic, girl

Where, pray tell, have you misplaced your wildly budding mind’s eye?
Where dreams no longer blossom and betray eccentric, girl

Never ordinary at play any given young day
Reaps older, though rounded spirit -the altruistic girl

The blaze of Life’s to-do lists lets Time’s miser furl its fists
Bares a soul who’s lost her magic –a veiled artistic girl

And I, Marcella, need just stop and look beyond the glare
It’s always been in your child’s eyes to be prolific, girl!

—Grace Marcella Brodhurst-Davis

Photo by thejbird, Creative Commons, via Flickr.

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  1. Monica Sharman says

    October 21, 2013 at 9:53 am

    I have been singing the ache and singing the childhood loss lately. “Singing” because it’s usually triggered by a hit oldies song that I hear while grocery shopping or running errands (because the store plays it on their muzak). The songs triggering the most powerful nostalgia/ache are from the late 1970s/early 1980s. Yikes. I think I need to do this prompt.

    Reply
    • L. L. Barkat says

      October 21, 2013 at 10:17 am

      Literally singing the ache… I can see you doing that. And maybe, at some point, dancing it too.

      Biggest nostalgia song for you?

      Reply
      • Monica Sharman says

        October 21, 2013 at 2:05 pm

        Well, one morning I woke up with “Celebrate Me Home” (1977) playing in my head, and it did me in for several days. The one I heard in the store last week was “What a Fool Believes” (1979). It has the words “He came from somewhere back in her long ago,” which fascinated me, and which I used in my ghazal for this prompt. Here it is:

        From her unbroken days the music, a song,
        played in Motown sound—a bruising song.

        In the rhythm and blues of blue-eyed soul
        she mishears the words. She confuses the song.

        The catch of a phrase progressing the chord,
        repeating to find the clues the song.

        Loose syncopations tighten the driving
        beat, a nostalgic noose of a song.

        From somewhere back in her long-ago
        she finds the lyric. She won’t lose the song.

        Reply
        • Monica Sharman says

          October 21, 2013 at 2:08 pm

          And now that I’m reading it again I’m wishing I had typed “she mishears the words, confuses the song.”

          Reply
          • Dolly@Soulstops says

            October 21, 2013 at 7:59 pm

            So hopeful the ending, Monica…she won’t lose the song…like how your words have a lyric all their own

          • Ann Kroeker says

            October 23, 2013 at 11:29 am

            Love that song….and I found a YouTube video that includes the lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0_FvK51wOQ And then I realized, how about that? I’ve misheard the lyrics, as well.

            Love your ghazal. Not brave enough to try it myself! 🙂

        • Monica Sharman says

          October 21, 2013 at 2:12 pm

          and of course that should be “the clues in the song.” 😛

          Reply
        • Donna says

          October 21, 2013 at 3:08 pm

          Monica, this is great.
          “Nostalgic noose of a song”… whoa. My favorite line I think. 🙂

          Reply
        • Nancy Franson says

          October 22, 2013 at 11:41 am

          I’ve been reading these poems this month, and I’ve been enjoying them, but I didn’t wander over here until you said you’d posted a bonus class assignment here, Monica. So glad you did that, because know I get what’s going on.

          I’m still very much in a learning phase 🙂

          And, I’m so glad you were inspired by What a Fool Believes. One of the best songs ever.

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        • Charity Craig says

          October 26, 2013 at 8:26 am

          Monica – It’s like you’ve been writing ghazals forever. This is wonderful. I tend to like form poetry more than free-style poetry (I may be getting the words mixed up there), primarily because I like the rules and the repetition and the way they drive the sound and tone of the poem. I really like the ghazal, though I had never heard of it before this series. I definitely want to go back and try my hand. I think it would be a wonderful exercise to take a few hours one Saturday and work through all of the TS Poetry prompts.

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  2. Donna says

    October 21, 2013 at 11:28 am

    Marcella,, I really really like your ghazal!! Still trying to follow your lead and live inside a poem!

    Monica…. I hear that. Me, too.

    Reply
    • Grace Marcella Brodhurst-Davis says

      October 21, 2013 at 2:39 pm

      Thanks, Donna!

      Reply
  3. Donna says

    October 21, 2013 at 1:10 pm

    My first born son will be 21 on Thursday. Of course, I am filled with longing. Mother’s have rites of passage too, yes? And so, A Mother’s Om

    A Mother’s Om

    I look at you and then at my self… hands on my belly, once your home
    For precious 9 months I could say (and be certain) “When I’m home, You’re home”

    Your heart beat as quickly as fluttering wings– warning of flight I suppose
    9 months suspended beneath my own skin- nestled beneath Mama’s dome

    I always wanted grand wings for you. Strong wings to carry you far
    But my arms are aching with emptiness now…. Now that you have flown

    Your grand wings carry you up toward the sun. I holler “Come BACK DOWN!”
    But you can’t hear me, you fly higher still… too high, then drop like a stone

    I, Donna, ache with helplessness, watching you fly… watching you fall.
    With a tear in my eye I pray breezes will lift you. I sing a mother’s Om.

    Reply
    • Grace Marcella Brodhurst-Davis says

      October 21, 2013 at 2:45 pm

      Nice one, Donna! Oh, I can certainly relate, having adult children and all 🙂

      Reply
      • Dolly@Soulstops says

        October 21, 2013 at 7:58 pm

        Wow, Donna…I can hear you in your ghazal.

        Reply
  4. Grace Marcella Brodhurst-Davis says

    October 21, 2013 at 2:38 pm

    Wow! Thanks for featuring my poem!! I really appreciate it 🙂

    Reply
  5. Maureen Doallas says

    October 21, 2013 at 4:46 pm

    Mash up a few phrases from children’s songs, add some filler, and throw in true love lost:

    Charming Billy: A Mash-up Ghazal

    Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy?
    Write a letter to me, love, don’t be coy, Billy boy.

    The cat’s in the cupboard and he can’t see us.
    And Daddy’s gone a hunting. Jump for joy, Billy boy.

    Mid pleasures and palaces, bells are sweetly ringing.
    We are floating in sunshine. Yes, attaboy, Billy boy!

    Sixty minutes make an hour. My babe to sleep he goes.
    O fiddle-de-dee, O baby dearest, I can’t enjoy Billy boy.

    The skies with storms are laden. Nature calls but calls in vain.
    Softly sighs the voice of evening, you me annoy, Billy boy.

    Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea now; his training’s just begun.
    And when the drumbeats call to war, you’ll too deploy, Billy boy.

    Oh, diddle, diddle dumpling, my Highland laddie’s gone.
    And if a frog he would a wooing, I would destroy Billy boy.

    All is still in sweetest rest, Maureen. Thou needst no longer weep.
    A ship, his ship’s a sailing. So bid ahoy, Billy boy.

    Reply
    • Donna says

      October 21, 2013 at 4:56 pm

      Oh that’s really clever and fun! 🙂 Love it!

      Reply
      • Maureen Doallas says

        October 21, 2013 at 5:19 pm

        Thank you, Donna.

        Reply
  6. Richard Maxson says

    October 22, 2013 at 8:10 pm

    If Wishes Were Ghazals

    Scattered far, the gray horses
    of my yearning, the way horses

    galloping are free from the earth
    for a moment. We can’t say horses

    fly though. Can’t say sprightly seeds
    will bloom bright, when May horses

    on their plodding wings run wild
    across my wishes where they lay, horses

    that kick and splay the Rick of wood,
    with Spring abandon as do horses play.

    Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      October 22, 2013 at 8:15 pm

      Nice one, Richard!

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        October 23, 2013 at 6:48 pm

        I’ve been reading these Ghazals the last two weeks and marveled at the huge response and great poems. This form is something I’ve never tried. Having so may to read from was encouraging.

        Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        October 23, 2013 at 6:49 pm

        Thanks, Maureen.

        Reply
  7. Richard Maxson says

    November 1, 2013 at 4:20 pm

    My Father’s Hat
    —for Richard Clayton Maxson, 1922-2006

    For you now, a paper hat—in a way,
    from me the child, though I’ve been away,

    two sides it has with points and folded flat,
    to let you know with age I’ve seen a way

    not to play the sad boy, who saves himself
    by caring less for those he’s leaned away

    from. My voice is different now, so is yours;
    years have seen to that. This seems a way

    to say, I understand, you were so young,
    and change was miles and many dreams away.

    Reply

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