Bottle, or: Soda water
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 โ 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 weekโs 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.
Letโs write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone โ itโs possible. But creatively, itโs more like painting: you canโt just use the same colours in every painting. Itโs just not an option. You canโt take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.
โBen Harper (b. 1969)Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skepticโs Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the โPoetry Partnersโ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with youโฆ Check it out!
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