Sangeetha & David’s new poetry project
Once upon a time, two poets who’d never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin.
Once they’d completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative journey together; and Sangeetha came up with a fun new idea, which David loved – to explore different poetic forms together, working through the Alphabet from ‘A’ to ‘Z’.
Every week, for twenty-six weeks beginning in January of the year 2022, they would take turns selecting poetic forms beginning with the letter corresponding to that particular week (1=A, 2=B, etc., etc.) and write poems to one another using that form.
David suggested they call their new project ‘Form verses creativity’, and so it began.
This week: Special circumstances
This week, it was Sangeetha’s turn to pick a form of poetry, and she selected the ghazal. However, instead of writing a ghazal for David to respond to, she decided to write one in response to a ghazal that David had once written in memory of his father… because this is the month that she lost her own father long ago:
G for Ghazal
I remember his toolboxes, table vice, hand sander Still remember foul humor, impatience, frank candor I remember clever math tricks and right-wing politics And sultry actresses at whom he would gander I remember him sitting, reading, problem solving Frustrated, resigned, when his mind would meander I remember long summers he nannied my daughter Love all-consuming, warmed bottles he'd hand her I remember brilliance; I remember his strength, God Deep in principles anchored; and not one to pander I remember no bullshit and deep disappointments Because and regardless no one ever stood grander I remember young David who worshipped his Papa None could ever replace him, not one ben Alexander
I remember your childlike sense of wonder watching, creating, taking me inside worlds of wonder I touch the laburnum tree you and I planted when I was your five-year-old assistant gardener I imagine the scent of your aftershave on the shirt in your closet, still on a hanger I hear stories of your kindness and genius From people I presumed were complete strangers I climb the rope ladder to the treehouse you built With pride and glee for my little son and daughter I will never know what to say to my mother When she smiles and shows me the last rose you gave her I have Mindfills of memories and a heartfull of hope So full of gratitude that I was loved by you, my father
- Made up of a chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem;
- It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line;
- The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that precedes the refrain;
- Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, have this refrain and inline rhyme;
- The last couplet should refer to the author’s pen-name;
- The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
Sangeetha & David’s ‘Form verses creativity’
- The Alouette
- The Balance
- The Candlelight
- The Dizain
- The Etheree
- The Florette
- The Ghazal
- The Hexaduad
- The Italian octave
- The Jue Ju
- The Kimo
- The Limerick
- The Marianne
- The Nocturna
- The Ottava Rima
- The Pathya Vat
- The Quintilla
- The Retrac
- The Sijo
- The Tritina
- The Ukiah
- The Verso-Rhyme
- The Waltz Wave
- X (wildcard): The Lira
- The YaDu
- The Zejel
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!