W3 Prompt #45: Wea’ve Written Weekly


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:

‘Loving kindness, or: Amoride’, a ‘Prose Poem’ by David ben Alexander

BREAKING NEWS: Dearly beloved friends, this just in!

Though understandably distracted by hugs, kisses, and pats on the back; preoccupied by thoughts of concern for others; and absorbed in supremely relatable feelings of loving kindness for all living creatures on Earth… good-hearted scientists at the lovely, scenic Heart… err, sorry… Harvard University have ever so lovingly identified an exceptional, new compound in our miraculous world’s precious water supply, which they have fondly and with deep, loving tenderness called Amoride.

Across this wondrous world of ours, many other sweet, good-natured, and passionate researchers who once worked on designing chemical weapons are now appreciatively, admiringly, and affectionately committing to the study of this extraordinary and fascinating discovery. Their work will be fully funded by governments, businesses, and individuals, and this- in parallel to fully funded research laboratories dedicated to ending global hunger; reversing global warming; and curing heart disease, cancer, diabetes, and all other deadly diseases.

This is Humanity’s News Network, wishing you a joyous, delightful evening! We love you!

II. David ben Alexander’s prompt guidelines

  • Write a poem from the perspective of an inanimate household object, using personification.

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, March 13, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)

Last week’s W3 poem

This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by me, was written in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Selma Martin wrote:

‘In The Past, They Were The Hum, Now, Its Prisoners’, a ‘Haibun’ by Selma Martin

Come what may, the tourists came, like Santa, like migratory birds. Lugging big suitcases and pale faces wreathed in wrinkles of pleasure, they came– content at the intensity: sun worshipers. And the coconut trees pointed in their direction and laughed at how fast their faces turned: from white to pink, to red, to purple– like turnips! But after sundown, those tourists couldn’t sit still like the locals, who sat in appreciation of the hum of slow days– oh, no –couldn’t; wouldn’t sit with the hum. They needed to stimulate the flesh. Dully so, after all that sun, they wanted their nights cold. So on every trip, they carted air conditioners they helped install. And the locals got hooked on that fake air. No one remembers a time without the hypnotizing hum of air machines. And the coconut trees now laugh at the couch potatoes that stroll outside occasionally.

staunchly they mimicked
stars, moon, hum, breeze forgotten
corralled in paradise

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