For months, I've lived through unparalleled drought; I've been seized by unquenchable thirst. I've wandered pathways covered with rocks, wondering if my footsteps are cursed. I doubt my footing as I travel this path -- I'm always expecting the worst. And yet I keep moving, the goal still in sight, until one day I feel I'm immersed. I gulp down phrases and spit them back out, as the process is slowly reversed. My words stream like water and onto the page, and the ink finally quenches this thirst. This was written in response to the 11/5/22 prompt from Miz Quickly.
the raven's eye 
“and the ink finally quenches this thirst.” Powerful and most of us can relate to that thirst.
“I gulp down phrases and spit them back out, / as the process is slowly reversed.” – great.
Outstanding work on one of my fave forms. Salute!
I thought you might dig this: https://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2020/05/separate-ways-ghazal.html
Originally, I only saw the first part of your response on my phone. Thanks for sharing your ghazal. I (too) rarely write form poems and found this one was fun to do. I always confuse ghazals with villanelles, why I don’t know, but that explains why I don’t write either very often.