Stop asking, for I'll answer you,
extending pliant boundaries,
embellishing fresh memories;
vast worlds and words to be construed
Power and pain, born both of truth,
yearned after through the centuries;
discerning eyes may peer beneath;
all want to know -but then they do
Reality shan't be eschewed,
enticed, youths' curiosities;
wishing to know His masterpiece,
learn to despair for what's ensued
Timeless, the story continues;
we, like the rest of our species;
love overflows our arteries;
your pain -mine fiercest bugaboo
d’Verse
Open Link Night
For today’s Open Link Night at d’Verse, I’d like to share a poem that I wrote in the summer of 2020, not long after I’d created this blog. I wrote this for Father’s Day (USA), with my daughter (then less than 5½-years-old) in mind.
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!
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It’s like a chain with so many links. Each one adds and binds the feelings and wisdoms passed on. 🙂
💝 Terveen 💝 – exactly.
And so it goes on… from one generation to the next.
Yep…
“All want to know–but then they do” There is a thought! Love all your words David!
❤ thanks, Mary ❤
Spellbound by you. xo
💛 Selma 💛
Poetry is always trying to give us a glimpse at the mysteries, and here you do that, bringing a raft of ideas to float on the great unknown sea. I especially like “..all want to know..but then they do..”
❤ HW, thanks so much ❤
Sincerely,
David
Poignant and beautiful ! I resonate with every verse. 👌❤️
✨💖✨ Kaushal ✨💖✨
When I first became a parent, David, I had an insight that struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had always thought of motherhood as being soft, warm, and nurturing, and it is. But parenthood is also fierce, protective, and anxiety-producing!
Your poem speaks to me about what it means to be a parent…all the nuances of your love for your child! Lovely! ❤
💖🧡 Cheryl 🧡💖
This really conveys the strength of a father’s love: beautiful!
🤎💕 Ingrid 💕🤎
Great poem! 🙂
💚💛 Veera 💛💚