Six Decades In – (the Ghazal)
I was introduced to the world at a time of fears and war.
We ached and mourned with Jackie, then Coretta, through tears and war.
Heroes explored the moon – twas the beginning of leveling.
A time of change and discovery – taxed for the spheres and war.
A decade in, Roe vs. Wade, Anti-war, and Civil Rights
Tide was turning, we owned a dream – due choices for here and war.
A day of political scandal, Nixon and Watergate
The public trust was broken, damaged again by liars and war.
Two decades in, and like Lady Diana I got married.
We were skinny, poor, stupid, and struggled – found careers and war.
Soon a family was made with two children; one each a boy and a girl
Between AIDS, the Ozone layer and squabbles, more fears and war.
Three decades in, now we divorce, everything was upside down.
At once – Rodney King and L.A. Riots – Officer it’s war.
Back to school as a single mother – Engineering degree
Going to save the world – but then the Gulf – disappeared and war.
Four decades in – Adulting a while – Dad has Parkinson’s
That was mine, he gave me that – numbly determined heirs and war.
Remarried, new home, found purpose – destroyed chemical weapons
Then the towers fell, 9-11, Irac within a year and war.
Five decades in, a Doctorate and cancer diagnosis
Life stops, my husband fights – Chemo treatments, per server and war.
You lose, I lose, cancer and Trump wins – mom falls and passes too.
Time crawls but then husband three – guilty voices I hear and war.
Six decades in, things old are new again – pandemic – so tired
Political scandal, Roe vs. Wade, homelessness, queers and war.
More physically comfortable than ever, but my spirit sobs.
Grandchildren bring joy – peace I pray – for electioneers and war.
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Poets- ever the observers. I love the chronological structure of this poem. The more things change the more they stay the same.
Thank you for sharing.
thank you for seeing the circular nature of the decades and hearing my voice – so much is the same – crazy.
Love this poem! Marching of time and ever-present war. Commentary of loss and hope.
Thank you Marta – you are such a dear example and mentor – it makes me feel good that you like it.
I think the form works so well with this poem–I really enjoyed this piece
Thank you so very much – I am running out of ideas and I still have 20 more poems to go – LOL 🙂