Realignment, or: The explosion

Poetry Partners #153

A poem by Tricia Sankey

In my dream
you have hands
like a clock

pointy and judgy
countering all reason

Why is awareness the
last thing to go?

I curse the black
holes in your eyes

(Dilating now)

and I swallow
one marvelous
bright ball

(one spicy star)

Now Iโ€™m spinning
Iโ€™m gambling
without knowledge
nor thought

(the explosion feels nice)

and you sigh
as I flash
and we crash

and our

A tanka by ben Alexander of โ€˜The Skepticโ€™s Kaddishโ€™

lying on the floor
finished, shattered by the fall
hands limp from fatigue
the fractured face of Venus
aligned with her Mars again

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

23 thoughts on “Realignment, or: The explosion”

  1. Both poems are so good! I especially like the crash and realignment indicated in both poems. They are different but end up at the same point – one of hope…

  2. Oh yes, you hit the mark
    On target, both Poem
    And the Tanka
    I feel what it means to be
    Battled scarred:
    And friends,
    Also public enemies, (the worst)
    Of the polars and the dichotomies,
    In the resillience of the windflower, the naiad and the starfish
    Galactica missions of the inner planets,
    the alignment of Venus and Mars
    Both of you

  3. Reblogged this on Tricia Sankey and commented:
    So, I’ve been a sick puppy from a sinus infection the past few weeks and then my son gave me some virus to really put me over the edge. Going to the doctor in the morning. In the meantime, the pseudoephedrine is creating some interesting poetry. Check out my otherworldly collaboration with David from The Skeptic’s Kaddish! ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ

  4. Your tanka is the perfect response!!! Venus and Mars have all the fun. Thanks for indulging my wild space fantasies while I’m drugged up on pseudoephedrine tonight! โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฅ

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