Continuing on with the A-Z Challenge/National Poetry Month homage, we have the kimo. I’m trying to mix things up as far as types of poetry, size/length, and origin. This form is an Israeli version of the haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines. No rhymes. 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third. Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a photograph). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems. I opted to go with a still image of my Husband, right before orgasm. Because…why not?
A Kind of Perfect Stillness
His breath halts — muscles paralyzed in wait,
hot pressure seeks release:
just on the edge of free.