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| | | | | 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... | |
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| | | | | Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliableIts fluctuation is quite undeniableIn all respects unverifiableDoing: At times it's a giver of careOr laboring as much as I dareElse enjoying the hobbies and people I shareBeing: So the best I can sayIs my purpose changes each dayAnd I find that it's rather okay W3 Prompt #102: Wea've WrittenWeekly... | |
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| | | | | Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we'll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night's sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly... | |
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| | | Listening today under nature's tapestry I sit quietly to catch autumn's last whisper voiced in papery red leaves The path underfoot holds their laminous stories left behind until spring when we pull back the pages worn thin by winter's thick glaze Deer tread the meadows summer's birdsong now silenced Wild geese preen feathers and prepare... | ||
