"The impractical" [ghazal]
The impractical became let's say my signature
the resourceful ponder with dismay my signature
the allure of poetry opens its veil and buys me
on a bill of lading I write today my signature
I but hope now to withstand the season standing
would you recognize should I fade away my signature?
I began with bold ambitions of wonderful deeds
I became on the bill my soul must pay the signature
In the school of the active the serious vie for tenure
on the line of arrest I inscribe with play my signature
When I limned her eyes she asked who dares near likeness?
did I paint in far too obscure a way my signature?
Are the leaves of life in chapters like a romance?
are they pierced by threads to make them stay in signature?
In every nook and cranny I failed to reach you
even photos strangely just display your signature
Who is the author of time? his lines strike deep
though I've yet to feel the last touche his signature
Does it matter what jewels or baubles adorn her neck?
I behold in every cypress sway her signature
The letter you write is carried by fish and birds
when the breezes play the leaves array your signature
If Ardeo should seek permission to learn the lute
would you write (beside a terse okay) your signature?