Grace
“Bittersweet blue beauty that skipped a generation.” This is a ghazal about my daughter and mother. I love the challenge of formal poetry forms and the creative constraint they impose. A ghazal is a particularly interesting type of love poem, with a repeated refrain that reinforces the theme. I thought it was fitting when describing my daughter and mother, who have much in common but don’t know each other well.


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