A Descort Poem
The wind rattles hilly Jerusalem. Though Papa loved its hills, he is not in the rattling wind. Pedestrians walk; bikers ride; and drivers drive 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.
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-Ross’ 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.
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56 thoughts on “Jerusalem, or: Anywhere”
love the shift in the end, in tone and in perspective.
😍 thanks, Rosema 😍
Love the ending! A surprise and shift in tone that worked well.
💙💞 Michele 💞💙
Nowhere but everywhere… I love that you can recall him in all these places and things but know that he isn’t tied to them. If anything he is in you and your memory of him!
💟 Muri 💟
I know how it feels, David, and you have expressed it beautifully in a very complex form.
💝 Dolly 💝
A really well written poem, David! Interesting how you wove the memory of your Papa into it.
💜 Dwight 💜
Another touching tribute to your father. (K)
🤍 Kerfe 🤍
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.
❤️💖 Lisa ❤️💖
This poem is especially good. 😀
🤘💚 Richard 🤘💚
💓🤎 Filipa 💓🤎
another great tribute to your father and in such an intriguing format, awesome writing David
💕🙏🏻 Kate 💕🙏🏻
btw David when do you start your new job? Was it this coming Sunday? I am excited with you –
Yep, Sunday 😁
Down to earth is preferred to being blown around in the wind.
💞 Lauren 💞