Saturday, November 21, 2009

Just Memories

(Ghazal in iambic Tetrameter)

I received a letter from Glee;
I think of things to bring me glee.

So sad that she has no home now;
They moved to the country with glee.

That body lies hidden in clay;
The willow tree sings not with glee.

The smiling sky is weeping now;
The soggy earth has lost its glee.

Ants' mounds of earth been washed away;
Angry biting aunts bring no glee.

© Paterika Hengreaves

1 comment:

  1. A sad but beuatiful poem I first had to look up the word glee because I didn't know it

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