Intro
Dear friends,
Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live 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 read before participating in the prompt.
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 five 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:
‘Changes’, a ‘Puente’ by Kerfe Roig
On an empty block west of Central Park rose twelve houses–not a dead end street, not wild, but quiet–perfect for the well-to-do. They proceeded to fill the line of brownstones with their unquiet and disorderly lives. ~Time changes the faces and the facades~ Homes are bought and sold and sold again. Doors are replaced, stoops deleted, details erased. A school opens, caters to the well-to-do. Only the guardians remain to trace the years– older now, but still fascinated by human folly.
II. Kerfe’s prompt guidelines
- Compose a haibun that contrasts past and present;
- From Poetry.org:
- In How to Haiku, Bruce Ross writes, “If a haiku is an insight into a moment of experience, a haibun is the story or narrative of how one came to have that experience.”
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 5 days, until Monday, February 27, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)
Last week’s W3 poem
This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by Kerfe, was written in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Tanmay wrote:
‘I Reap What I Sow’, a ‘Golden Shovel’ by Tanmay Philip
My solitude has made me sick There’s no one to lay my heart on It’s always been I, me, and my Would be nice to share this journey But when I fall asleep… oh my! The strange folk I meet in my dreams If only I had that same will During the day when I wander To meet people and bond like this Asleep I thrive, awake — desolate But moonlight can’t help me grow my field
Tanmay’s “shoveled” poem: a haiku by Matsuo Bashō
Sick on my journey my dreams will wander this desolate field
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
Hello David and Kerfe,
Thank you so much for this brilliant poetry challenge. I’ve just posted mine.
http://lesleyscoble.com/2023/02/26/the-silver-eyed-wolves-a-haibun-poem/
💗 Lesley 💗
Thank you David and Kerfe for hosting. 🙂
💜🙏🏻 Aishwarya 🙏🏻💜
https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2023/02/24/graduation/
Here is mine
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[…] for February 22, 2023, for W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdaysat The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This fiction piece is my first haibun and first timeparticipating in W3 Prompts. Prompt #43: […]
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https://destinysdesignz.wordpress.com/2023/02/23/thoughts-to-words/
❤️ Destiny ❤️
Written and submitted. Kerfe’s choice of theme for this challenge was awesome.
https://slipstreamswimming.wordpress.com/2023/02/23/dance-serpent-dance/
I don’t know if it is just me, but I couldn’t see the guidelines using the Reader, and couldn’t submit a comment on your blog proper.
Which guidelines? You couldn’t see the text of the blog post itself?
I can’t see the text of II Kerfe’s prompt guidelines in the Eordpress Reader. Everything else is fine… and I could see the guidelines on your blog. It might be a bug on my end.
WordPress.com can be super wonky sometimes 🫤
I’ve never written a haibun before, but I will give it a try. 🙂
🧡 Sarah 🧡
Thos reminds me of the Terrance we lived in when I was under 5. The difference is that they were erected for the poorer folk aka us and are now worth Millions.
Too bad you don’t still own it!
Too right it is!
Fascinating. One day soon I’ll join (if you’ll have me) 👏 💕
I think I speak for all of us when I say that it would be our collective honor, Selma ❤
Aww. Thanks, dear David. Now that I’ve ended my year long sojourn in Medium I have more time to learn and interact here on WP. I love it here best. XoXo 👏
*hug*
I got something sooner than I thought I would. Paradise lost? Golly, don’t know where that came from. Anyway, I hope it’s enjoyable at least. Thanks, David. https://selmamartin.com/in-the-past-they-were-the-hum-now-its-prisoners/
💟 Selma 💟
🏡Homes are bought and sold and sold again. Doors are replaced, stoops deleted, details erased. A school opens, caters to the well-to-do. Only the guardians remain to trace the years– older now, but still fascinated by human folly.🏡
Unbelievable how the same spirit of land and property reigned in all corners of the world.
Yes… human nature 😢
🏡They proceeded to fill the line of brownstones with their unquiet and disorderly lives.🏡
Reminds me a bit of the era of forced removals when people with choice and against their will were clumped together.
Can you imagine such lawlessness arose by law.
wow… 😲
This part gave me that feeling.
🏡On an empty block west of Central Park rose twelve houses–not a dead end street, not wild, but quiet–perfect for the well-to-do.🏡
Oh wow, so beautiful an account of the remembered earth.
That’s my favorite part of that poem! ❤
Oh my goodness such beautiful word placing to capture the thought.
I tried sending a reply earlier. Due to loadshedding I see it didnt go through