All posts

Wea’ve Written Weekly – a poetry prompt!

W3 ~ Wea've Written Weekly Friends, not so long ago, when we were marking 5,000 subscribers at The Skeptic's Kaddish, I mentioned that I would be launching a new poetry prompt. I had intended to launch it at the beginning of April, but life got in the way... So, as of now, I am planning… Continue reading Wea’ve Written Weekly – a poetry prompt!

W3 Prompt #15: Wea’ve Written Weekly

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 respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #15: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Out to lunch, or: Chewing the fat

A limerick Chewing the fat on our date left me with a hunch: I bit my tongue but reasoned: 'This gal's out to lunch.' Convinced there must be some mistake, She ate... then couldn't find her cake! I swallowed, for I'd bitten off more than a man could munch. d'Verse poetics prompt: At the restaurant...… Continue reading Out to lunch, or: Chewing the fat

Glass, or: Pearls

Poetry Partners #114 'She is like glass' (for my daughter), a poem by Sean Mathews of 'seanmathews.blog' She is like glass I see through her Tough and fragile Transparent daughter When we touch Strong and slim Like porcelain Of silk smooth skin And she shines Bright as day Prism of life’s Vital ray A glowing… Continue reading Glass, or: Pearls

Indifferent, or: Identical

A '4-11' poem (form by Gwen Plano) all my days are indelibly indifferent although somehow each one is more identical than the prior so I suppose I'll record how monotonous all my days are 4-11? The 4-11 is a stanza of eleven lines, four syllables each line. The beginning line also repeats as the last… Continue reading Indifferent, or: Identical

Generation, or: Conception

A Choka a letdown for him yet one more disappointment my shitty longhand he noted nonchalantly had much concerned him before he had concluded my generation needed but know how to type my shitty longhand would not be an obstacle like some of my other traits Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Generation, or: Conception

Vision, or: Collision

A limerick Two little ghosts who had long since died Came down to Earth for a bicycle ride; But the tykes, ephemeral & small, Could not work the pedals at all; Thus fantasy and real life did collide ‘What do you see’ Prompt #146 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as… Continue reading Vision, or: Collision

Rakaposhi, or: Snow-covered

Poetry Partners #113 'Dandelion', a poem by Ara of 'Writing Flow' (coming soon) The light seeds are dispersed By the wind to grow Like a stream of diamonds Glowing slowly in the air Finally reaches the ground The buds grow and then open Beautiful yellow petals appear With a green strand to support Eventually, a… Continue reading Rakaposhi, or: Snow-covered

Stars, or: Hall of Fame

Poetry Partners #112 'Cassiopea', a 'mirrored refrain' poem by Scotti Woolery-Price of 'Morning Star Poetry' Placed in a constellation Found among the Northern skies Her fables try to tempt you But come morning her light dies Zig zagging around the night Her five stars come into view But come morning her light dies As fables… Continue reading Stars, or: Hall of Fame