Bottle, or: Soda water
A Dinggedicht
Beneath the sealed cap, clear pressure waits,
crowded with bubbles too small to count.
Cold beads slide past fingertips
while the bottle sweats.
Then the quick twist — sudden release,
sharp hiss rushing out around the mouth.
Within, the water thrashes
as the first pour lurches,
air climbing back through the broken stream
in hollow gulps that jolt the wrist.
Soon the falling arc grows quieter.
Silver strings continue rising.
W3 poetry prompt
For this week’s W3, Srijita (Hope) encourages to compose a dinggedicht poem, which enters so deeply into a thing that the thing seems to speak for itself through image, texture, movement, and sensation alone. For more details, click here.
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!
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