W3 Prompt #17: 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 #17: Wea’ve Written Weekly

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

Urban scarecrows, or: White plankton

'Neither Snow' by Billy Collins When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing whale. At least they looked that way to me from the taxi window, and since I happened to be sitting that fading Sunday afternoon in… Continue reading Urban scarecrows, or: White plankton

Wings, or: Claws

Poetry Partners #47 'Wings', a poem by Sarah of 'Words and Coffee Writing' Our Ameraucana chickens preside over their own half acre of lush grass, claws scraping up dust to find each kernel of cracked corn we leave. But they still jump over the fence once of year, wings flailing, a flurry of feathers trailing,… Continue reading Wings, or: Claws

Death, or: Beyondering

A golden shovel in blank verse EPIGRAPH: I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.Desert Snow, Jim Harrison (1937 – 2016) Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching… Continue reading Death, or: Beyondering

She was him, or: He was her

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

Foggy, or: Clouded mind

Poetry Partners #20 'Fog', a poem by Steven S. Wallace of 'There is no Stigmata' Enveloping white Fog covers the highway soft Beyond and unknown. Mist creeping along Like a man in an alley Lighting a cigarette. Wafting from the west As a persistent rumor Travels through a crowd. Shrouding the beyond This inscrutable ghost… Continue reading Foggy, or: Clouded mind