Three Ghazals from 2023/2024
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Comp the room or clop the plot that swings not
skips to my Lou my darling evergreen.
Fault line with necessary rigor may
pinch a nerve, whose last nerve is what we mean?
Botanical gardens house rigor;
mortuary science, where love belongs.
Give them an inch they'll dance askance just like
mother used to bake, treats on wax paper.
Hold the silver hold the sauce. I'm tuckered
out, spare me the kismet, pummeled radish.
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Try not to stultify my levity.
You brinks-manhandle all my workmanship.
Look out across the unit of measure
called a football field, an easy language.
Stop doing what you're doing and text
my infancy with your progeny.
It's April somewhere; raise a glass to this
lass conceived over Labor Day weekend.
Shiny as a mood this Friday happens
to coincide with horoscopic splendor.
55/
Decrees spawn weeds in elementary
districts; plump blooms consuming vitamins.
Master fate in your spare time else walkups
become your destiny over gone bones.
Celestial playbills gloat with donations
revealing orphans desperate for fame.
Child wild neighborhoods quash meditation.
Beads between fingers and thumbs help us rise.
Capstone coursework spurs creativity.
A dial tone quietly evaporates.
Bionote
Sheila E. Murphy. Poems have appeared in Poetry, Hanging Loose, Fortnightly Review, and numerous others. Most recent books are Permission to Relax (BlazeVOX Books, 2023) October Sequence: Sections 1-51 (mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press, 2023), and Sostenuto (Luna Bisonte Prods (2023). Murphy received the Gertrude Stein Award for Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Murphy's book titled Reporting Live from You Know Where (2018) won the Hay(na)Ku Poetry Book Prize Competition from Meritage Press (U.S.A.) and xPress(ed) (Finland).
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