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It’s always a delight to see a poem in unusual form, as long as it’s done well of course. Kathryn Simmonds uses the Persian form ghazal in this poem, but she infuses it with her own whimsical musicality that fits the form’s repeated end words perfectly. The poem is in Simmonds’ collection The Visitations by Seren Books.



The widow will weep for her beau, my dear
While the spring grass continues to grow, my dear

Life’s lengthy or short but it ends when it ends
We arrive and we go and that’s so, my dear.

The elected must govern, the masses must vote
Every man has his price (quid pro quo, my dear)

But God seldom bargains and never in Lent
For he’s too busy fighting the foe, my dear.

The moon eats her heart out again and again
Though the rivers just go with the flow, my dear.

An earthworm divides well, a country does not
And sometimes a yes becomes a no, my dear.

Our wishes all fall down the well with a splash
There are decades of echoes but oh, my dear.

Give up what is lost if you can’t fish it back
Just keep walking. And that’s all I know my, dear.


Used with kind permission of Kathryn Simmonds and Seren Books.