I had half-forgotten: there was some poetry on my old gaming website, too. I did this sufficiently long ago that I don’t even remember the rhyme/meter conventions for this particular style of poem. I mean, I hope that it doesn’t suck as a qasidah, but I can’t really be sure…
Qasidah
My heart is at war with my heart
In a war, merciless and silent
Should I stay, or should I depart?
For while I bask here in the sun
To keep my promise I should start
And I wish to start it, only –
The journey is long, although the art
Of making journeys short is known to me;
But journeys today have no part
In the growth of mind or soul
That sets a pilgrimage apart
From mere travel from here to there.
So I laze about, will not depart
And claim that this is kismet, too –
But deep below, my conquered heart
Will whisper that the road is there
And that my journey I should start
To fulfill a promise that I made.
And so the Weaver plies His loom
Whose warp and woof is wretched Man
Weaving th’ unpatterned dark design
So dark we doubt it owes a plan.