A poem in the ‘Zen’ style
Still leaves hang in the warm, breezeless urban winter; Rushing traffic swooshes past, horns quack in migration; Stroking bearded chin I rest motionless but for my hand; Letters clamor in my head, hatching new expressions.
d’Verse poetry prompt
This piece of Zen poetry was written for today’s d’Verse poetry prompt. For more information on Zen poetry, check it out.
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!