Keeping with my promise that weekends are for form poetry, today I’m writing a ghazal and yesterday it was a haiku. These are the only two forms of poetry that I know of that are not of European ancestry. I’m sure there are more, I’m not that familiar though.

Anyway, this weekend, the pieces are also about Boston Progress Art Collective, a group I am a part of, and that I think is recently doing some really grea and new things. Keep an eye out!

Progress
(a ghazal)

Till now, we only lived inside this world for us;
a passion for the lives we might create for us.

An understanding of the journey never clear
as destination; shaded was the road for us.

Do we believe that art is for the chosen few?
In Boston, progress never comes too soon for us.

Collectively, the masses – unwashed citizens –
continue singing, not for gawking crowds – for us.

No borders now; no line between the audience
and actors: “step inside the door, perform for us!”

In passing, strangers nod each others way, perhaps
they’d try to do the things that we have done for us.

Those people who would normally consider us
the undesirables, might show some care for us.

It’s not for their approval that we live like this;
for once, they’re incidental – afterthoughts for us.

If love is revolutionary, then Giles asks:
“What more could Progress do to make it real for us?”

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