The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱W3 Prompt #208: 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 read before participating in the prompt.
Part II
The second ingredient is a writing guideline (or two) provided by the PoW. Guidelines may include, but are not limited to: word counts, poetic forms, inclusion of specific words, and use of particular poetic devices.
Part III
After five days, when the prompt closes, the PoW shall select one participant’s poem as the W3 prompt for the following week, and its author becomes the next PoW.
Simple enough, right?
Kindly note: All entries for the W3 poetry prompt must be the original work of the submitting author. AI-generated poetry is not permitted.Okie dokie ~ Let’s do this thing!
I. The prompt poem:
‘The Sundaying of Sundayness’ by Nancy Richy
From the time I was young, I had trouble waitingAlways-late-people? So irritating!
Delayed planes and buses — very frustrating
I wished I could be easygoing!
Yes, I was impatient — but wanted to change
So I started to pray (does that sound somewhat strange?)
I thought that I knew what God could/would arrange
Truth is — I asked without knowing
Well, God sent me teachers — one at a time
For a total of eight — tiny, helpless, sublime
This slow learner experienced shift paradigm
While all of my children were growing
Sereneness is seeing the blue of the sky
Feeling the sun, watching bees fly
Being in moments ‘stead of letting them by
Not going faster, but slowing
So I learned to slow down from my children eight
Little knowing, indeed, what was my next fate
Aging parents, dementia, at the next gate
No regrets — just love overflowing
For eight I witnessed their very first day
For two I was present as they passed away
Each one a miracle in its own way
Listen — do you hear the wind blowing?
II. Nancy’s prompt: Rhyming recipes
Write a poem in rhyming couplets (two lines that rhyme) that gives instructions for making something.
Traditionally, “rhyming recipes” were used to help people remember how to prepare food. A classic example appears in Macbeth:
“Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog…”
Your poem does not have to be about food. You can write a “recipe” for anything, such as:
- a drink or snack
- a science experiment
- a craft or DIY project
- a perfect day or relationship
- a mood, feeling, or life situation
Requirements:
- Use rhyming couplets throughout
- Give clear steps or instructions
- Be creative with what your “recipe” is for
Think of it as turning instructions into something memorable and playful through rhyme.
III. Submit: Click on ‘Mister Linky’ below
In order to participate and share a poem, open up this blog post, outside of the WordPress reader. At the bottom, just below these words, you will see a small rectangular graphic with the words ‘Mr Linky’. Click on that to submit.
Submissions are open for 5 days, until Monday, Apr. 27, 10:00 AM (GMT+2)
Last week’s W3 poem
This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by Nancy, was written in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Sally wrote:
‘Serenity’ ~ a poem by Sally
From the time I was young, I had trouble waitingAlways-late-people? So irritating!
Delayed planes and buses — very frustrating
I wished I could be easygoing!
Yes, I was impatient — but wanted to change
So I started to pray (does that sound somewhat strange?)
I thought that I knew what God could/would arrange
Truth is — I asked without knowing
Well, God sent me teachers — one at a time
For a total of eight — tiny, helpless, sublime
This slow learner experienced shift paradigm
While all of my children were growing
Sereneness is seeing the blue of the sky
Feeling the sun, watching bees fly
Being in moments ‘stead of letting them by
Not going faster, but slowing
So I learned to slow down from my children eight
Little knowing, indeed, what was my next fate
Aging parents, dementia, at the next gate
No regrets — just love overflowing
For eight I witnessed their very first day
For two I was present as they passed away
Each one a miracle in its own way
Listen — do you hear the wind blowing? #Community #CreativeWriting #Inspiration #Poem #Poetry #Prompt #Recipe #Recipes #Rhyme #Rhyming #W3
Ankit
Guillotine Jones, Flâneur
wolf of the wisp
Heather Congrove
quite adept
