Landing pad, or: Helicopter seeds

A haibun

Things are changing.

I am the one who’s changing.

I created this blog in memory of my father; I spent a year mourning, praying, reflecting, researching, reading, writing; and I shared my journey with the world. Then my year of traditional Jewish mourning, of reciting the Mourner’s Kaddish prayer every single day, came to its expected end; and I stopped. But, really, I couldn’t stop creating; my mind had not stopped churning. So, I created this blog in memory of my father.

I created this blog for myself; that becomes more apparent with every passing day that I produce more poetry. My father’s birthday was January 4th; this year, I wrote nothing about it. Sure, I still light a weekly candle in his memory; sure, I still think of him; sure, I occasionally mention him in a blog post… But I am changing. I have changed, and I accept that. I accept my fatherlessness. I accept my lack of ongoing preoccupation with the subject.

Increasingly, I write poetry about my daughter.

Poetry’s for the living.

samaras flutter
distant colonization
new life needs its space

Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday

  • This week’s prompt is to write a haibun about a parental relationship.
  • From Poetry.org:
    • In How to Haiku, Bruce Ross writes, “If a haiku is an insight into a moment of experience, a haibun is the story or narrative of how one came to have that experience.”

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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