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  • I'd been struggling to decide what kind of poem to do next. So far I've written a sestina, a sonnet, a ballad and an acrostic poem. I thought about doing an elegy, but I really wasn't feeling in the right mood for that. I thought about doing an ode, but I'm not sure I'm quite ready for something that huge and complicated yet. I've learned to listen to my instincts with my writing - it feels more natural to do that even if the end product's not always successful.

    So it was with great joy that I discovered Diane's and Frederick's ghazals. Thanks for the inspiration guys! Here's my version below, using the terms laid out at the website - hope you enjoy it.

    Recessions Of The Soul

    For love there is a cost.
    For life there is a cost.

    We can say that love is free
    But we know there is a cost.

    Every time we sacrifice
    Then we know there is a cost.

    And when we open our hearts
    There is a risk, a cost.

    But when it makes us feel this alive
    It is a very, very little cost.

    (The photo above I took a couple of months back, and it has nothing to do with anything. It's just a nice picture I think!)
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