Writing, or: The wall

My 1st Minute Poem

I wish I could express my thoughts,
Twisted in knots,
Too tightly wound,
Can't find the sounds.

Even words written defy me,
Hiding shyly
From angsty dreams,
From muffled screams

Even when lines and verses flow
I always know
they all fall short -
my truth distort

Minute Poetry

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

47 thoughts on “Writing, or: The wall”

  1. I liked the composition, and I liked being introduced to a new form which you are generously doing for us, but I loved the content as it resonated so strongly.

  2. It’s all too often I find my own words fall far short from what I wished to convey- most often because I start off at one place and drift to another. And yet… often maybe the end result is what I needed most to convey after all…

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