Closeted, or: Transparent

Poetry Partners #85

‘Green’, a poem by Mapule Somo of ‘Let it reign’

In the mourning after
Everything in her closet
Was pastured
Growth adorned her frame
I asked her once,
'How do you wear hope with such ease?'
She smiled and said,
You don't wear what you are
'So, what are you?'
She asked me,
My closet was empty
I had never met grief
Never known her fabric
She'd set up shop two streets away
You could always tell when someone had been to her store
They wore black
This woman
She didn't stay long in her shop
She didn't want to
She wore green instead

An acrostic poem in blank verse by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

My Dad's black Crocs are the first things I put
on when I get home from work these days; well...
Unless I'm dripping with sweat and need to
refresh myself with a nice, cool shower.
Nearly four years after his death, I sit
in them, recalling his muscular legs.
Naturally, these old Crocs fit me too,
grounding me in dark & light memories.

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!

List of Poetry Partners

33 thoughts on “Closeted, or: Transparent”

  1. ‘I had never met grief, never known her fabric’ – wonderful lines in an awesome poem. And your Acrostic, David, resonates so well. I had an old jumper of my father’s that I wore for gardening until it finally fell apart. Your partnership poems continue to inspire.

  2. Both poems are beautiful, especially the second one, which is very touching. My hubby still wears some of his dad’s favorite hats, which his dad passed over 10 years ago. It’s like a hug.

    1. ❤ Eugi ❤ ~ I had a couple of my dad's hats, but I wore them out… the Crocs are more lasting. It's very much like a hug – you're so right.

      Much love,

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