Photosynthetic, a Ghazal

I am born from this earth.  Seed, soil, roots and leaves

I sprawl in the sun’s light.  I cry each time it leaves.

I forgive the darkness. Knowing, morning will come.

I kneel before the sky. Basking, in all God leaves

I grow weak as time wears.  Quickly, I outgrow my bed.

I extend limbs outward.  Stretching as tension leaves.

I expand, inch by inch. To the sun, wide I yawn.

I expel precious breath. To the air, my best leaves.

I wake to refreshed air. Today brings tomorrow.

I harness moisture’s beads. Dewdrops caress my leaves.

I share all that I may. Aware, that love remains.

I weep tears of pure joy. They glisten on my leaves.

I dream within my bed. A cycle without end

I watch as the stars shine. Changing, as evening leaves

I have all I should need. I ask for nothing more.

I am blessed and prepared. In me, love sprouts new leaves.

Over at D'Verse, Sam Peralta is tending the bar for this week's Form-For-All.  This time we're writing Ghazals.  Stop on by and read Sam's excellent introduction, where he'll explain the ins and outs of this truly beautiful form.  I'm pretty sure you'll find some inspiration to try your hand at one and once you do, be sure to link it up with all the other excellent responses from the poets of D'Verse.

The Feeding

Is it feeding time again?

         So soon, so soon

         So soon, so soon

Are you really hungry; is it really time?

Is your last digestion even done?

Glutton…Glutton, you pig

Stuffing-stuffing, again & again

You scream to feast, you cry to eat

Were the warnings right; are you truly a beast?

You curl your talons, sharp and straight

Saliva drips your mangled face

Heartbeats race as plate’s erased

It’s frightening to see

         The remains of a years harvest rest at your feet

Is it a case of metabolism notched too high?

Or is it a case of pure hunger, living deep inside?

How to quench; how to stop?

An appetite that rests for none

And I fear what shall become

When the rations end,

I cringe to be around you then