Staid, or: Stormy

A haibun

It takes so very little to destroy a person.

We look away from homeless people and the terminally ill because we don’t want to think about our own vulnerabilities. In truth, we can’t protect ourselves or our families from the worst.

I sit, composing poetry in my comfortable cotton pajamas with a roof over my head, knowing that this shelter from life’s elements is hardly anything more than a lie I tell myself.

staid oppressive air
sweaty seasonal hot spell
ruminations storm

d’Verse Haibun Monday: Give Me Shelter

At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write haibun on the theme of ‘shelter’.

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!

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