Reflections on Things Far Gone

This is a ghazal. I set myself the challenge of repeating a phrase at the end of the couplets, instead of a singular word. I chose then phrase “when you are gone”. Not only did I want to use a phrase, I wanted to make homophone phrases that I could use too. I came up with “venue argon” and “vin you argh on”. I really enjoyed this kind of exercise, it involved me splitting the IPA notation for these words to figure this out. The assignment initially asked for a variety of couplets, and in the revision of this ghazal, my goal was to come up with more ways to reach the “when you are gone” phrase in a novel way. This was the hardest piece to revise, I completely blanked on what to add. So insted, I removed the couplet which I thought was a duplicate idea.

Reflections on Things Far Gone

The days are long and never ending when you are gone.
At night, I bask in the warmth of your memories when you are gone.

Oh the lover of killers, the champion of hypocrisy: A moron,
My soul will be at peace, only when you are gone.

Heart beats, mind schemes, the conscience leans on me to respond,
Oh I wish I was as nonreactive as the noble avenue: Argon.

The park, the bar, that little car, your father’s lawn: Places I will look for you, when you are gone.
The school, your room, the little blue shop: Places where I know you will be, when you are gone.

We meet, we hug, we kiss, we are together yet alone,
I open my eyes, my dreams and then you, are gone.

Separate yet not, accepting but resenting, together and apart drawn,
Neither scared nor brave, God look at what your man does when… you are gone.

I work a lot and drink a lot, walking with my friends merry Jerry, Morgan, and John.
Absolut-ely stirring the old pirate vin, you argh on!

I thought I knew these paths: Old roads, houses, friends, I thought they knew me.
That’s when it dawned
On me, They were looking at me accusingly – “Why would we care? When you…
you are gone?”

He who is born and named of the Sun, He who basks in the glory of the dawn,
Take action Singh! Before the successful avenue are gone.

Reflections on Things Far Gone

The days are long and never ending when you are gone.
At night, I bask in the warmth of your memories when you are gone.

Oh the lover of killers, the champion of hypocrisy: A moron,
My soul will be at peace, only when you are gone.

Heart beats, mind schemes, the conscience leans on me to respond,
Oh I wish I was as nonreactive as the noble avenue: Argon.

The park, the bar, that little car, your father’s lawn: Places I will look for you, when you are gone.
The school, your room, the little blue shop: Places where I know you will be, when you are gone.

We meet, we hug, we kiss, we are together yet alone,
I open my eyes, my dreams and then you, are gone.

Separate yet not, accepting but resenting, together and apart drawn,
Neither scared nor brave, God look at what your man does when… you are gone.

I work a lot and drink a lot, walking with my friends merry Jerry, Morgan, and John.
Absolut-ely stirring the old pirate vin, you argh on!

Travel the world, make some love, have a little faith till dawn,
Unravel that touch, make eyes talk, We will do these when? You are gone!

I thought I knew these paths: Old roads, houses, friends, I thought they knew me.
That’s when it dawned
On me, They were looking at me accusingly – “Why would we care? When you…
you are gone?”

He who is born and named of the Sun, He who basks in the glory of the dawn,
Take action Singh! Before the successful avenue are gone.