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… Continue reading W3 Prompt #3: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Poetry Partners #49 'On vacation', a poem by Maria L. Berg of 'Experience Writing' We visited And something else disappeared pieces of shared experience taking up residence in the paintings on your forehead and the crook behind a slightly bent left leg The apartment didn't want to keep me so we met in other places… Continue reading On vacation, or: For the funeral
Poetry Partners #42 'Daylight at night', a poem by kittysverses of 'Kitty's Verses' Haunted by dreams, Keeping me awake at night, I seek answers, Those luminescent stars crossing paths though light years far, Have I always known it all along? Of times to come, Awhile wishing otherwise. Haunted by dreams, That take me to lands… Continue reading Glowing, or Toasted
Poetry Partners #35 'I am a poem', a poem by paeansunplugged of 'paeansunpluggedblog' I am a poem, read me syllable by syllable let the vowels roll around your tongue at will immerse yourself in the free flow of rhythm undulating whimsically in its own rhyme the meter; sometimes measured. But oft not! Read me at… Continue reading I am a poet, or: A poem
Poetry Partners #30 'Dive', a poem by Martha Anewa of 'a young writer's mind' Time to dive into the words you spoke to me, The day you told me you loved me and I thought it was a lie, How little of love I knew back then, Now I'm drowning in the fountain of love.… Continue reading Dive, or: Drown
Poetry Partners #29 A poem by Yasmin of 'yaskhan' She was him He was her They were one They were free She had eyes that knew His heart’s glow A smile that filled the space When spring made its way to their eyes In the zephyr’s abracadabra All the places they were at a loss… Continue reading She was him, or: He was her
Poetry Partners #27 'Skin in the Game' by Audrey Duff of 'Stopping Schadenfreude' It's the horses' sweaty skin that Derby owners claim. Warren Buffet’s first deal, not much skin in that game. Pigs weren’t so lucky in games, Their bladders stretched and stuffed, tossed and bound, for four quarters and a hundred yards. That’s what… Continue reading Skin, or: Bones
Poetry Partners #26 'my kitchen is a graveyard' by Jo of 'people in poetry' this poem has no metaphors. everyday, in the garden of my stove top, scalding and burned, i resurrect the last few memories i still have of places i have lived. and in the absence of the life carried in the hum… Continue reading Stove top, or: Sink
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