Needles, or: Threads

My 1st ‘Wounded Couplet’

Some dark traumas persist; they'll never heal;
Unreachable festering maroon wounds 
Linger 'til people die,
Spasming against the wills they are bound by.
Our drugs such soul-griefs can never obtund;
We're human for those deep twinges we feel.
Robust hearts absorb, beating through the pain;
Our strongest their heartbreaks learn to contain.

Wounded Couplet?

  • Stanzaic: consisting of any number of octains (eight line verses);
  • Syllabic: 10/10/6/10/10/10/10/10;
  • Metric: using iambic meter;
  • Rhymed: a/b/c/c/b/a/d/d

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!

29 thoughts on “Needles, or: Threads”

  1. Yes, koolkisherkitchen’s description is exactly what I wanted to say.
    Dark, beautiful and thoughtful.
    Trauma leaves us stuck.
    So quickly some would edge
    Get over it
    The poetic therapist
    Questions the robust heart.

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