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Poetry Partners #55

A poem by M Jay Dixit of ‘September heart-to-hearts’

Another day's been laid to waste
Sunshine seems so far away
Dark clouds linger on
Crying from time to time
a melancholic rain.

I can't remember my face
Mirrors show a reflection I hate
and my thoughts are so grey,
so low and for so long
The Sun at sundown,
hanging on, not going away.

I’m a poet, living in the basement.
I know it, that I may never be famous
never get rich because of my poetry
but I still write and rhyme
whenever black clouds cross my mind
where it’s overcast all the time.

M Jay Dixit: https://septemberhearttohearts.wordpress.com/

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

EPIGRAPH:

If you write for yourself, you’ll reach all the people you want to write for.
–William Zinsser (1922 – 2015)

A young poet stares out from his basement flat.
"Easier for me to look outside than inside," he thinks 
despondently. Tears fall like the melancholic rain.

The sun at sundown hangs on, not going away. It 
winks at the forlorn fellow through the glass. "Don't 
write about me," it whispers, "Write how you see me."

Dark clouds float away, revealing a clear night sky.

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!