Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Poetry Partners #108

‘No Longer’, a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of ‘Timelessly’

In the midst
of an afternoon slumber
Scribbling along the walls
Hoping that it would last longer

I don’t know why it ended
But the dream was all I had
ephemeral, but so close
If only he could also be sad

To know that this is the end
We were always but an impasse
Wish I knew it wasn’t sand that slipped from my fingers
But a bloodstained glass

A ‘found poem’ in ‘sijo’ form by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

scribblings along ephemeral walls 
smell of rusted afternoons
bloodied shards of glass slip through fingers 
grasping for dream sands
torn fingernails claw at last impasse
long past wishes' sad end

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

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