
breathe in
breathe out
the morning silence
inspiring
solitude, knowledge
creating space
just being

breathe in
breathe out
the morning silence
inspiring
solitude, knowledge
creating space
just being

warm autumn sunsets
delightful crows symphony
the harvest moon smiles
she will be the only queen
in cozy darkening days

distressed soul carrying the weight of the past crawling between crumbs of memories darkness takes over your surroundings deep into your being the veil is thinning while bare branches reach to you a carpet of leaves welcomes you the golden light is your portal
W3
II. Lisa’s prompt guidelines
Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.
Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two. And if you’d like an extra spark, here’s a thought from Friedrich Nietzsche:
I notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

It’s Sunday, so why we don’t have a little fun!
looking up to the sky
the kids are on standby
the smiles are fading away
the bets are at the bay
the kite echoes bye-bye
Joining W3 prompt below, I’ve chosen a Limerick form ‘AABBA’ for my little poem.
This week, we’re playing with contrast:
Write a poem where form and content are at odds.
The tension between the bright form and dark content should create an unsettling or thought-provoking effect.
Extra twist (optional): Work the word echo into your poem.

Flip-flops into forever
wear a scarf
wear flip-flops
flip-flops are freedom
flip-flops are top
top of the world
top of my mind
mind lost
mind found
found leaves
found joy
joy is yellow
joy is red
red as blood
red as wine
wine is welcome
wine is a luxury
luxury in the breeze
luxury during sunset
sunset is inviting
sunset is orange
orange as sunflowers
orange is sweet
sweet teeth
sweet pumpkin
pumpkin spice latte
pumpkin cake
cake for you
cake for summer
summer is leaving
summer’s farewell
farewell to shorts
farewell to the beach
beach’s waves
beach’s sand
sand in my toes
sand in my hair
hair is wet
hair is golden
golden as my scarf
golden as my ring
ring for the show
ring for connection
connection to nature
connection with love
love to you
love forever
forever fellings
forever dreams
dreams
fellings
I had fun writing this poem for W3 challenge this week. I’ve never heard of this poetry form before. Blitz poem! See the guidelines below.
Carol Anne’s prompt guidelines
This week’s challenge is to write a blitz poem! Here’s how it works:
It sounds like a lot of rules, but once you get the hang of the rhythm it’s fun and fast-flowing!
For this week’s theme, allow your flow of writing to be guided by whatever you associate with the transition from summer to fall. Let the images and connections reflect that seasonal shift, even as the poem races forward with its own momentum.

walking in the fall
an impromptus work leave
a right turn wasn’t right
reaching the ground, a scraped knee
a fall which left me disturbed
Tanka Tuesday’s host this week is Yvette; her prompt is to ‘have fun with words that have multiple meanings. I’ve chosen fall, leave and right for my tanka.

daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, worker
multiple duties, tasks and pleasures
always needed, never in need
limited recognition
consuming winter blues
as the blue colour
a breath of peace
splitting care
woman
just
An inverted etheree poem for W3 – photo prompt

colourful or plain
scraps of imagination
a treasure or trash
from a perfectly nothing
a future without hurry
Joining Tanka Tuesday.

flow
with joy
time will tell
the right moment
not a second more
and not a second less
listen, your intuition
sailing in turbulent waters
let go of the grip, breathe in and out
sparkling water will show the direction
Joining the W3 prompt this week with an Etheree poem.
Choose a word from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and make it the title of your poem. Your poem should either use the word directly or capture the essence of its meaning. Include a direct link to the word’s page so readers can explore its definition and origin. Write in any poetic form you wish.
I’ve chosen JUSTING, check the meaning here.

i used to go out
always
carrying my faithful companions
a journal, a camera and freedom
registering moments
as if they would disappeared
at any second
thoughts, images and details
now
the journals are piled up
in a corner of my closet
the photos are resting in a shoe box
and the memories are fading
i am alone
Joinins Sadje’s WDYS