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Blank verse Once in a lifetime, you will realize the chemistry is gone; the glass beakers, test tubes, and flasks stand there coated with dry crystal residue, beautiful but rough against the fingertips that used to run along her jawline in tender moments once, before your shared love grew practical d’Verse poetics: Once in a… Continue reading Once, before, or: Own love →
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here’s the ‘tldr’ version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read… Continue reading W3 Prompt #225: Wea’ve Written Weekly →
A Sijo across the table, someone smiles I wonder at this new half-moon; each gesture carries unknowns small silences tease out a guess; the danger is believing that care could become enough Tanka Tuesday: Tread with trepidation! For Tanka Tuesday, we are invited to write a poem about moving through uncertainty with caution, fear, or… Continue reading Someone smiles, or: A new half-moon →
A Sijo you turn to me for nourishment I give, not knowing what will stick; some part of home goes out with you across the world beyond my reach; golden dust clings to my child's hair somewhere wakes the next spring What Do You See 354 For WDYS, Sadje offers us a photo by Matt… Continue reading Parenthood, or: Golden dust →
A Sijo new candlesticks on my counter small gold birds in Friday dusk; two wicks catch beneath the match the old words come too easily; alone, I sanctify Shabbat somehow, I've begun again W3 poetry prompt For this week’s W3, I invite all of us to write a poem about doing something familiar under changed… Continue reading New candlesticks, or: My counter →
Poetry Partners 270 ‘Mumbling Kaddish’, a poem by Dan Brook as an atheist mumbling kaddish for my grandparents on their common yartzeit (they died on the same day, eleven years apart) even though as secular Jews, as cultural Jews they never said kaddish in their lives never went to synagogue never lit shabbat candles never… Continue reading Mumbling kaddish, or: Gather as one →
Poem If I had wings, I´d fight or flight Doesn´t matter even with fright May be drifting in day or night High as a kite, high as a kite The road may be twisted or rough Shifted with a huff or a puff Even prickled in my scruff So no more bluff, so no more… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Don´t let me stop’ by Lady Lee →
A Sijo schoolbag, charger, books in tow— the small things cross between homes; she counts her nights with each of us— and wants the numbers even; our marriage ended years before— the apartments only caught up Reena’s Xploration Challenge 443 For RXC, Reena invites us to write a poem inspired by the word MUNDANE. Sijo?… Continue reading The numbers even, or: Marriage ended years →
