Fateful, or: Not this

An Arkquain Swirl

our
fateful
first meeting
rewrote our lives

circumstances were
such that I was privileged;
the first of your parents to
meet you in person;

my distraction
was due to
concern
for
Mama's
well-being
after your birth;

so, that privilege
was totally lost on me~
I was wondering whether
we were two or three;

perhaps you'll read
this someday;
perhaps
we'll
explain
this to you
when you're older;

you're so sensitive
that you cry when one of us
gets a migraine or falls ill;
you're not ready yet-

I'm the sort to
share freely,
but not
this.

#TankaTuesday

This ‘Arkquain Swirl’ was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt this week, in which we were encouraged to write poems in syllabic poetic forms by selecting synonyms for the two words below. Do not use these two wordsโ€”synonyms only:

  • ‘New’
  • ‘Experience’

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!

53 thoughts on “Fateful, or: Not this”

  1. Being a parent – especially a new parent – and all the complications that can blend our families… One day – maybe if the child asks. But it may not be necessary if love is apparent!

  2. Wow…this is an amazing poem, David. You captured the emotions of childbirth and grabbed my heart in the process. Well done! โค๏ธ

  3. Looks like a fun form that can cover a lot of turf. I’m glad your baby girl and her mama are ok. The birth process is no joke. I and my firstborn had major complications. So did my daughter in-law with the birth of my grandbaby. Angels know when to step in. โค

  4. An amazing poem that I do hope one day you will share as this sounds like a true story… I’ve never seen this form before – and I’m really liking it!

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