Shattered, or: Infinite

Poetry Partners #46

A poem by Karina Lutz of ‘Poetry for the Great Turning’

The heirloom mirror
doubled the living room.
She loved looking in it
and seeing them:
mother, grandmother,
memories: the smiles
her own turned into
when her own face faded
to background.

Foreground: meaning 
they'd each added to the object.

Each recall:
another layer of patina,
darkening of age.
smudging of detail,
dodging and burning
in the darkroom,
colorization of sepia.

One day, as she looked,
the mirror literally let go of the wall.
On the ground:

A Cadralor by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

(composed of 5 kimos)

heart long still, decomposing in the earth;
family and friends gathered;
a headstone erected
shattered, old heart equipped with pacemaker,
he barely survives his wife;
loving children worried
small child deeply absorbs his parents' pain;
cannot comprehend an end;
draws them hearts and flowers
ear to her bare chest, he hears her heartbeat;
his tears glisten on her breast,
solace in lovemaking
sharp shards of shattered heart in her mirror
continue pulsing as one
around infinity

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!

List of Poetry Partners

40 thoughts on “Shattered, or: Infinite”

  1. Karina’s description of the mirror in the living room is ripped from my own memories – the mirror was above my grandmother’s mantle. When she moved in with us it was installed in my mother’s living room. When she moved in with my sister she had it cut into 4 large mirrors – I have 2 of them at each end of my hallway – so that I can see infinity… Your set of kimos is likewise beautifully evocative. The line “his tears glisten on her breast” made me gasp.

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