
fall blooms
fall pretty leaves
fall is an open path
fall is all about letting go
fall down
W3 -I invite you to write a cinquain, a five-line poem, using repetition to give one word or phrase new meaning as the poem unfolds.

sparkling light above the willow tree full moon gives blessings away the air is fierce and crisp the breeze is inviting nature's symphony dancing branches smiling leaves Autumn joy

as I go back to work i'll keep 'gentle' in mind creating boundaries making space for me i'll keep 'gentle' in mind as i talk with people making space for me and respecting our needs as i talk with people i'll be profissional, no feelings attached respecting our needs the lessons will trive i'll be profissional, no feelings attached practical and efficient the lessons will trive and i'll be plenty people will adapt creating boundaries as a lesson for them making space for me W3 :: A pantoum unfolds in four-line stanzas, with each stanza carrying two lines into the next:

cocoon
growth in progress
willing to give up, all
loneliness and transformation
bursts out
slowly emerging to the light
acceptance in a breath
wings of freedom
gentle
A butterfly cinquain for W3 prompt: … about gardens, dirt, worms, roots, weeds, and the many things that lie beneath the surface.
You can take this prompt literally and write about gardening or the natural world. Or you can use these images as metaphors for growth, change, discovery, hidden truths, difficult work, things that need tending, or anything else they inspire.
Wherever your imagination takes you, I hope you’ll dig around a bit and see what you uncover.
Length: Up to 14 lines
Form: Any form

what it is that music is trying to say
the melody has opened a gate
where past and present
mingle together
in the mirror
Clearly I can see
the younger and older me
made of dreams and reality
floating and grounded
halves getting together
petals making beauty
my delicious walk in the rain
washing off all the sorrow
lightness is welcoming

The wheels in my mind go 'round and 'round
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round
The wheels in my mind go 'round and 'round
anxiety is skyrocketing
My mind goes back and forward
back and forward
My mind goes back and forward
anxiety is skyrocketing
A decision needs to be made
this way or that way
A decision needs to be made
anxiety is skyrocketing
Indecision and what-if
making me crazy
indecision and what-if
anxiety is skyrocketing
Overthinking is stressing me out
nothing is perfect
overthinking is stressing me out
anxiety is skyrocketing
Unstuck and go ahead
ahead and ahead
unstuck and go ahead
anxiety is skyrocketing
For many of us, our first introduction to poetry came through nursery rhymes — those strange, playful, memorable verses we heard long before we understood what poetry even was.
For this week’s W3 challenge, you are invited to use a nursery rhyme as inspiration for an original poem. Your poem does not need to rhyme, and it may be written in any form you choose, but please try to keep it to no more than 24 lines.
You might:

wake up
stop and listen
intuition is wise
your body and mind remember
the signs
a new beginning
wonderful journey ahead
please, never look back
A cinquain and a haiku for W3 with Reena’s prompt.
thoughts
the mind goes far
here and now
there and then
be still, hear
the veil holds the truth
No image for this poem, I’d love to know what your thoughts are: Happy, sad, a start or an ending. What is this poem about? As the prompt asks, a dramatic moment where something changes.
Thanks, Ange for the great prompt!
For this week’s W3 challenge, writers are invited to capture a dramatic moment in just a handful of lines — a storm breaking, a glass shattering, a door slamming, a sudden realization, or any instant where something changes sharply or unexpectedly.
You may write in any poetic form, with the following restrictions:
Have fun with the tension this creates. Sometimes the smallest words carry the greatest force.

round and hot
melted cheese, peppers
golden crust
the right spice
unforgettable fragrance
a delightful sight

my first car, a Beetle, yes a Beetle
blue, shining and proud, smiling out loud
all iron for strength, in all the length
leather for comfort, letting go of all discomfort
i saved each cent, lots of bent
just a dream in the beginning, my head was spinning
as the money pile grew, everything blue
I saw the possibility, only stability
the freedom of going, and glowing
my own wheels, no more in my heels
i miss you, my little bug, only a hug
W3 -I. O’Nika’s prompt: Echo verse
This week, let’s play with rhyme and repetition by writing an echo poem about firsts.