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”
I like this form (new to me) and I adore your poem
💖 Debi 💖 ~ thanks!
I love your poem and also cannot wait to try this form!!! Thanks for introducing us.
💝 Helen 💝 ~ I’d love to see what you come up with!
A beautiful reflection, David!
💞 Worms 💞
This is beautiful. I felt the “down to earth” was a humorous observation.
💖 Sascha 💖 ~ thanks
You’re very welcome, Ben.
BTW, please feel free to call me ‘David’, as that is my first name. The word ‘ben’ simply means ‘son of’ in Hebrew, and my father’s name was ‘Alexander’… I created this blog in his memory. My pen name is challenging because ‘Ben’ is also a name in English… I’m sorry for the the confusion!
Take good care,
No need to apologize. Hello, David! 🙂
🤗👋🏻 Sascha 👋🏻🤗
🤎🧡 Dana 🤎🧡
A beautiful, touching poem, David! ❤
💚 Cheryl 💚
The form works so perfectly for what you have to say, David. So natural, so honest.
🧡💟 thanks, Marion 🧡💟
This is beautiful. Fond memories and wonderfully chosen and placed words. 🌸💗💗
💝 Lamittan 💝
One more touching tribute, David and the change in tone in the last line really worked. ❤️
💖 Punam 💖
in blessed memory
☺️💜 CES 💜☺️
Quite beautiful, David.
❤️🙏🏻 Misky 🙏🏻❤️
I felt the distinctive feeling in each line
Even the both with one word, drive and pedestrian. It’s just amazing how you made the shift in the end
Explaining what kind of man your father is/was.
As you set out to create – using a discipline and structured form displaying varied and unique nuances, reminds me of the depth of creation, the beauty and wonder, to mystical to fathom, and this is what great Poets do, they follow the path of Creation. The descort show this to be true.
A great teaching once more.
💓🤎 Abi 🤎💓 ~ thanks for being so empathetic.
An earthy heart