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Sheila E. Murphy

from Ghazals for 2023

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Precise mistakes lodged between repeat signs. 

Sing to me in your pretty solvent sleep.

 

Immaculate reception zithers here.

Listen to taut strings be lovingly touched.

 

A perfect world might mean no afternoons.

Rakish tilt to hat perched atop the head.

 

Salesy type lacking just intimacy.

Lonely life a whole in one mirroring.

 

Rumors circulate and pick up high speed.

Tales of boondoggles recited as facts.

 

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from Ghazals for 2023

77/

 

Breath happens once and then repeats itself.

She said the one I loved was proud of me.  

 

Illusion: windows filling up with light.

Reflection gives back what is not absorbed.

 

Innocence unlikely to be retrieved.

Pray that I might locate maturity. 

 

Kitchen disposal, working properly. 

At last releasing dross with a firm grip. 

 

Autumn loose leaf littering the mind yard.

I retreat to fear the place of kindling.

 

 

 

from Ghazals for 2023

78/

 

His tears although genuine are rehearsed.

In full flower of the Hallmark channel.

 

Tonight unblistered singing me to sleep.

I long for history's encore flower.

 

Decibels in the lively restaurant.

The coughing has outlived its usefulness.

 

Poetry's own elasticity blooms.

Once again I live for a rehearsal.

 

Your love an endowment I don't deserve.

Magic me to life here among the blooms.

 

 

 

from Ghazals for 2023

79/

 

I could not replicate your smart advice.

In the fireplace up north newspaper flares. 

 

Chance operations embody this life.

A good luck charm begun at root chakra.

 

Within me the snow path leading upward.

My school a state of mind and poetry.

 

Hasty fractions pushed together form breadth.

A healing depth arises from within.

 

Chalky sky or is it milky daylight?

Homespun weather recalls another time.

 

 

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Sheila E. Murphy © 2023

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