Enjoy my second ghazal poem I wrote, just complete. You can listen to me reading it aloud…and read it on the page.
A Ghazal for When I’d Known I Shouldn’t Try to Give You the Sun I am standing far below the sun in gold and I am star-following the best below, all in gold. My skin may tan and flush in a day’s sunbathing. I may miss the time of the moon’s rising, but not the dimming of its shimmering gold. I am held within the hills—I am the same, a very far off secret. I’ve dropped my pen and quills and ink—I just wish to know this gold. I look at you, not as some boastful rococo of your own declaring…No… We bask in the sun which the sun didn’t know—our company easing us like the sun into gold. The sun is sifted behind a cliff, like a coin, above a sea we know so well. It is useless if it is priceless, you may tease—your words appearing as if written mid-air in gold. Friends might convince you you want compliments and nothing else— But I love a voice with its sweet, and smoke, and husk, and hush, and ruffling my dress in gold. I may look long but not because you puzzle me or I think you need to bend, as if I thought you’d needed mending before I could emboss your every flaw in gold: Mis-pronounce my name nowadays; I’ll sooner correct my own thought-out thoughts misheard, but then again… I may not be able to reach so high, but I know the taste of honey is its own sought ought immeasurable gold. —Jade Nicole Beals