VITAL
The precious gift of life is a heartbeat
Each moment is defined by a heartbeat
From cradle to grave, first round to final
Thoughts, words and actions hang on a heartbeat
Unscheduled pace of youth; now fast, now slow
Reflecting the rhythm of a heartbeat
Maturity mellows me to the core
Choices no longer take but a heartbeat
Age slows my mind as time accelerates
Existence condenses to a heartbeat
Preparing to meet the maker of hearts
A tribute is expressed through a heartbeat
As vital signs fade, one thought remains strong
I long for that throb; yearn for a heartbeat
To feel the pulse just one more time, I’d give
Everything I possess in a heartbeat
Your Ghazal does great justice to very true words, and to the form.
ReplyDeleteAs a 3 stent heart attack survivor, I really appreciate heatbeats. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteAlso, thanks for your comment
'heartbeat' is a great choice for a radif! I like this.
ReplyDeleteYeah Stan, I think you've got the heartbeat of the ghazal there!
ReplyDeleteWell crafted - I really like this one very much.
ReplyDeleteNicely done. It had a vitality, linked, as it was, to the heartbeat.
ReplyDeleteA precious gift, indeed, and a lovely poem as well. I like the way you melded the words of this form.
ReplyDeleteThanks to:
ReplyDeletemaekitso; moe lauher; lucy; Andy; lisa; anthony north; and tumblewords;
Another first for me, so very satisfying to receive such appreciative comments - thanks again.