W3 Prompt #3: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro

Dear friends,

Welcome to our third 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?


Okie dokie ~ Let’s do this thing!

I. The prompt poem:

‘Burden of Time’ by A. J. Wilson

I wait for tomorrow
to find time
even a mere fragment
unheeded by demands
to know I live
outside these walls
to find myself at last
but time is forever past

II. A. J.’s prompt guidelines

  • 12 lines or less;
  • must include the word ‘fragment’ or a derivative of that word.

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.

Submissions are open for 4 days, until Sunday, May 22, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)


Last week’s W3 poem

This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by A. J. Wilson, was in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Britta Benson wrote:

‘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.

24 thoughts on “W3 Prompt #3: Wea’ve Written Weekly”

  1. Email That I Want to Send

    An email burned,
    fragments swirling,
    landing.
    Its message to
    you more than
    can be revealed.

    The digital ashes, if they haven’t
    scorched your heart across
    the miles could nourish
    the soil of what we can
    never have,
    if you open up and swallow.

  2. I began a response to AJ Wilson’s fabulous poem, but it took an unexpected direction. (Which I have posted on my blog, but not linked here). I will put my thinking hat on tomorrow … Thank you, David, for hosting these prompts.

  3. That line ‘even a mere fragment unheeded by demands’ stuck with me, when I read A J Wilson’s poem last week. I am so glad she chose ‘fragment’ as prompt. Who doesn’t like a good fragment!!!

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