in between past and future through the oceans an endless voyage the destine embraced me clipped my wings and rooted me in this place tomorrow knocks on my door too late now the sorrows are heavy in my hands my body is weak the colourful me has faded away in between
II. Violet’s prompt guidelines
Choose one of these three artworks and let it take you wherever it wants. Write whatever it stirs in you — a memory, a question, a scene, a poem. All images are open-use selections from the National Gallery of Art website.
Chocolate Overjoyed by the taste Mouth watering Fortunate comfort Over the weekend Restoring my energy To go ahead with the chores
An acrostic poem for this week’s W3. It was Halloween last week, and I have lots of chocolate bars leftover since not many kids showed up. So, I guess, I’ll have “comfort” for many weeks ahead 🙂
look at you, all orange and cool bringing smiles to kids and adults spooky season is here, but you aren't a fool look at you, all orange and cool all those days of missing school made your head a whirlpool look at you, all orange and cool bringing smiles to kids and adults
Bounds keep us grounded, and the freedom out of our hands. Is it worth it to blindly choose a path to freedom? Stability battles against feelings, destroying the ancestral foundations to create infinite space between past and present.
breaking barriers the verdict is imminent unveil your true self
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
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.
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:
Line 1: one short phrase or image (example: build a boat)
Line 2: another short phrase or image, starting with the same first word as line 1 (build a house)
Lines 3 & 4: each begin with the last word of line 2 (house for sale, house for rent)
Lines 5 & 6: each begin with the last word of line 4, and so on — keep repeating this pattern until line 48
Line 49: just the last word of line 48
Line 50: just the last word of line 47
Title: three words long, in the format (first word of line 3) (preposition or conjunction) (first word of line 47)
No punctuation
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.
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
Tea & Paper 