Welcome to our fifth 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:
The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond to in verse.
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.
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:
‘Finding A Voice’ a quatern by murisopsis
There is quiet but not silence Follow the rhythm of breathing Blink with rustling of eyelashes Hear the humming of hearts beating Creaking joints as positions shift There is quiet but not silence A small murmur of discomfort Introspection on world violence Look inward at private struggles Lips move as prayers remain wordless There is quiet but not silence Kindness surrounds with forgiveness Still our tongues to hear the message Put aside human defiance Listen to Love softly whisper There is quiet but not silence
II. murisopsis’ prompt guidelines
- Write a poem with a ‘monorhyme’ as either the first word in each line or as the last word in each line (this means: ‘a single common rhyme’ in every line);
- Poems should be no less than four lines long.
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, June 5, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)
Last week’s W3 poem
This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by murisopsis, was in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Kerfe Roig wrote:
‘Letting Go’, a ‘kerf’ by Kerfe Roig
why wait for now to pass? always living in to be— tomorrow is not where we are, ever each minute, hour, a chance encounter we can’t foresee full of spans impossible to measure where am I? here and now and no place else—out or in, over or under, it doesn’t matter each fragment itself whole– each moment contained within the present completeness of forever