Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

A Descort Poem

The wind rattles hilly
Jerusalem. Though Papa loved
its hills,

he is not 
in the rattling wind.
walk; bikers ride; and drivers

up and down Jerusalem's renowned hills
entirely unaware that he once
lived... here. I do not believe he is floating
around windy Jerusalem. Or anywhere.

Eschewing unreason, my Papa was down to earth.

Descort poem

The descort differentiates itself from other forms by differentiating its lines from other lines within the poem. That is, the main rule of descort poems is that each line needs to be different from every other line in the poem.

A descort poem has different line lengths, meters, avoids rhyming with other lines, no refrains, and that goes for stanzas as well. In other words, no two lines in a descort should look like each other.

d’Verse poetics prompt: Small Change or Big Bucks

At d’Verse, poets were challenged to choose one or more of Kubler-Rossโ€™ stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) to write about, in relation to somebody’s current state of being.

Alternatively, poets were invited to write about not being in any of the five stages at all.

Twiglet #277

the wind rattles

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56 thoughts on “Jerusalem, or: Anywhere”

  1. Nowhere but everywhereโ€ฆ I love that you can recall him in all these places and things but know that he isnโ€™t tied to them. If anything he is in you and your memory of him!

  2. David, that’s an interesting form, and you managed to cover a lot of territory in very few words with it. I like the idea that your Papa may not reside in the wind but his presence remains there for you. So that’s what your city looks like? I bet you’d get in great shape walking/biking the hills there.

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