All that’s for me, or: For myself

Posted on by ben Alexander

Poetry Partners #89

A poem by Christine Bialczak of ‘Stine Writing and Miniatures’

Happy to know that life has my back
even when sorrow has given me slack
I swim in the glory of water outside
The colors and feelings are the mood of inside.
Nothing to bother me, no problems here
Loved ones, my husband and daughter are near
I'm thankful and gracious for all that's for me
Hoping the world will soon be peaceful and free.

A descort poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

rhyme and rhy-
thm fail
me when emotions burst my vessels; it's
been a dark forever since
I last felt so happy, so contented, so -
I don't know how
to articulate...
let's
put it this way: I no
longer feel I'm just existing
until death, so that my daughter can
have a good life; I'm alive ~ living for myself

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

25 thoughts on “All that’s for me, or: For myself”

  4. Two very uplifting poems, David and Christine. The common thread seems to me to be contentment. I particularly like your last line, David. Though we do our best to ensure the happiness of others, we must also live for ourselves. ❤

  5. Christine’s poem of gratitude certainly paints a beautiful picture of contentment. Your poem has that feel of surprise when suddenly the lights go on to reveal the party that life can be! To live with joy is to infect others with that same joy – a much better legacy to pass to one’s children than plodding existence!

  8. Great poetry from the both of you.
    The one feeling that stood out for me is the sheer pleasure of coming to oneself within the ambit family, of child and of partner.

Comments are closed.