W3 Prompt #2: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro

Dear friends,

Welcome to our second W³ Poetry Prompt, which will we shall be publishing on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish.

You may click here for a fuller explanation of W³; but here’s the ‘tldr’ version:

Part I

The main ingredient of W³ is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond to in verse.

Part II

The second ingredient is a writing guideline (or two) provided by the PoW. Guidelines may include, but are not limited to: word counts, poetic forms, inclusion of specific words, and use of particular poetic devices.

Part III

After four days, when the prompt closes, the PoW shall select one participant’s poem as the W³ prompt for the following week, and its author becomes the next PoW.

Simple enough, right?

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Okie dokie ~ Let’s do this thing!

I. The prompt poem:

‘Decision time’ (an etheree) by Britta Benson

Hope,
drip, drop,
godless trust,
just like water.
Watching chemo flow…
Plastic pouch above mum,
wasting hours, tick, tock, plop.
She feels better, worse, final. Pray
to whom it may concern, drip, drop, stop.
Become flood. Become ocean. Become peace.

II. Britta’s prompt guidelines

• Write a poem on the theme of time. 
  Free verse or form? Your decision. 
  Ten lines or less, mine. 
  I like simple. I like short. 
  I like sounds far beyond the tick and tock of clocks becoming clocks.

III. Submit: Click on ‘Mr. Linky’ below

In order to participate and share a poem, open up this blog post, outside of the WordPress reader. At the bottom, just below these words, you will see a small rectangular graphic with the words ‘Mr Linky’. Click on that to submit.

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Last week’s W³ poem

This week’s W³ prompt poem (above), composed by Britta, was in response to last week’s W³ prompt poem, which I wrote:

‘Now, or: Horizons’ (an etheree) by David ben Alexander

now
office
final day
mixed emotions
years of memories
coworkers become friends
small comfortable office
creaky black desk chair & my mess
much to throw away before I leave
walls crumble and reveal broad horizons