My eyes, or: My true self

Poetry Partners #123

‘My Eyes’, a ‘Quadrille’ (44 words) by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris of ‘Gypsie’s Writings, Musings, Quotes & Poetry’

Laying alone in my recliner
hard to move now
My eyes see everything
yet my eyes see nothing at all

Vivid memories bombard my mind
while I can’t remember what day it is
Still my eyes watch the memories
that play behind closed eyelids

Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris: https://gypsieswritingmusingsquotesgripes.wordpress.com/

A ‘Quadrille’ (44 words) in Sijo form by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

Motes stream through light of mind's film house;
No screen but time's sheer, dark void;
Gray and white projections flash on black;
I am all these me's at once;
I am me's that have not been yet;
My true self won't be made whole.

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!