Clap on, or: Clap off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter

My sky is dark with black stars; together,
congealing into thick syrup, even
as I spread my arms; distributed as
sick party favors, mementos of... need;
perhaps, perhaps, preferable to my
own; their deafening silence clotting my
ears, coursing through twisted creases, pooling
in my eyes, heavy, streaming down my cheeks,
weighing me down, collapsing, moaning, to
my knees, my hands clenching, begging for words,
cutting, digging, biting words, to somehow
pierce through the silence I've come to desire.

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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!