Lingering, or: Ready to depart

Poetry Partners #92

‘Lingering Soul’, a poem by Maitreyee Telang of ‘Empty’s Blog’

She was like a preserved flower,
Unique and delicate,
So exquisite,
The beauty, itself, was scared,
To breathe,
 In case, it altered her in some way.

She was like the moon,
Incomparable and mysterious,
A side of her so dark,
That the stars, couldn’t shine on it,
A side of her so hidden,
The sun couldn’t burn on it.

She was the part between life and death,
Human, Broken yet Beautiful,
Behind her smile
Was a damaged heart,
Caught between fires,
A fragile soul ready to depart.

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

She was the part between life and death, her seamless once-self, long since sundered;
Human, Broken yet Beautiful, enticingly, even ~ disconcertingly foreign,
Behind her smile she hid, but hers ~
Was a damaged heart, which once beckoned to her admirers ~
Caught between fires, now it repulsed even
A fragile soul ready to depart the flesh

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

22 thoughts on “Lingering, or: Ready to depart”

  1. Wow, Maitreyee’s poem is so refreshing and yet so melancholic but in a beautiful way and the cleave poem is aptly complementary! Brilliant collaboration!

  2. Maitreyee Telang is a wonderful sounding name and her poem Lingering Soul is so deep, yes even gorgeous, the comparison and place of connection to the moon is striking. Who says this, – -Imcomparable and mysterious, – but the muse speaking to the Poet. A fragile soul, still Lingering.
    A fragile soul ready to depart the flesh
    Ah David in the dichotomy you doth mince no words, and so it should be.
    For the Broken and the Beautiful
    Shredded, soft and cracked wheat
    Leaving behind some rye bread, says the optimist in me.
    I’m in awe of the cleave
    Salutations to both of you,
    Blessed Monday

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