W3 – #105

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Prompt by Punam Sharma:
Compose a palindrome poem on any theme;
Feeling ambitious? Compose your poem on the theme of ‘gratitude’.

You must use the same words in the first half of the poem as the second half, but:
Reverse the order for the second half, and:
Use a word in the middle as a bridge from the first half to the second half of the poem.

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Hannah

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slowly reversing
time sees
grateful
woman experienced
smoked age
hannah
age smoked
experienced woman
grateful
sees time
reversing slowly

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©Syl2022-2025

©Image: Aristal

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W3 – #105

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Prompt by Destiny:
Compose a free verse poem
of no more than 12 lines
on the theme of ‘belonging’.

Combination with a request.

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Belonging?

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I forgot to speak the words
or didn’t I know with brain and thoughts
that you were here and I was present too?

Then you forgot me like the rain
never returned to the sky
I just didn’t matter, while I was present too?

The silence uttered a thousands sounds
of feelings and a forbidden tear

You were gone
and I was still here.

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©Syl2022-2025

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 27b / W3 – #104

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Prompt:
write an “American sonnet”.

This is the second one for today.
(See the first one here )
Combined with the use of “folly:”
for W3.

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King’s Day 2024

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Writing, with coffee beside me,
in 14 lines, an american sonnet,
under a climate stricken sky
on King’s Day, a festive event,
that used to end
in happy sharing
of second hand toys
and for mom, used earrings
with a shimmer of gold.
The folly of memory.

It’s raining now, the flag gets wet,
son brought tompoezen,
and we’re wearing orange,
sing along with the national anthem.

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©Syl2022-2025

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W3 – #103

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Prompt by Sgeoil:
What comes to mind when you think of the month of April?

This is the second part of the story of my dad.
Read part 1 here

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April 1943

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the sea,
endless water of the earth
towering rocks
under shreaking gulls

arrival in England
interrogation
choice
life changing
for generations
did he know?

april
cold waves
in raging winds
loud planes
piercing though
the loud rhythm of the heart
exploding darks
bombs
sunken ships

Nova Scotia
training
self-discovery

Then back to war
friends never buried
visiting in wakeful nights
or sunfilled guarded repose
waiting for the eyes to open

the gruesome sight of destruction
near apocalypse

The sadness of peace
and finding his mom again
the boy lost
clouds
memories
of the threatening unknown

No pride for him
who was called a hero
when he exchanged estranged
for even more estranged
struggling into a life
he did not know

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©Syl2022-2025

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W3 – #102

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Prompt by Matt:
Write a nine-line poem under the title of:
“Who am I & What is My Purpose?”
Aim is to compose a ‘tapestry poem’ with Matt.

Rather a long title for a 9 liner….

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“Who am I & What is My Purpose?”

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psychological streetfighter
mom of a few
individuality driven
out of the box I grew

observing and caring
participate I must
smiling and often daring
standing up from the dust

by many used as a lighter

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©Syl2022-2025

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W3 – #101

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Prompt by Murisposis
Form: Cameo;
Heptastich (a poem in 7 lines);
Syllabic: 2-5-8-3-8-7-2 syllables per line;
Unrhymed, but end words should be strong.
Theme: Love
Try to incorporate some of the other kinds of love for a change…

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You

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the stars
bright lights in the sky
you, watching me during the night
in daylight
the birds surrounding me with songs
never alone without you
true love

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©Syl2022-2025

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W3 – #100

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Prompt:
This week’s theme is ‘Stranger’;
Form: Please take us on an introspective free verse journey.

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Your Fire for strangers

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30 years now
between you and me
tears evaporated
empty arms
filled with
daily problems
not caused by you

scratching grief
hidden
at the bottom of my heart

the everlasting flame
igniting the fire
of protest
agains the death
of innocent children

My loneliness
fed
by people
who won’t care
for unknown children

Strangers
to their own hearts

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©Syl2022-2025

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W3 – #99

Prompt by Lesley Scoble:
Write an ekphrastic poem
inspired by the music of Liebestod,
the final, dramatic music
from Wagner’s 1859 opera ‘Tristan und Isolde’,
which you can listen here;
This opera is based
on the Celtic legend of Tristan and Isolde.
It is optional to tell their story in your poem,
but it is not required.
Your poem may be abstract if you prefer.

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Tristan and Isolde

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love lingers in endless waves
on the potion of life
carelessly taken
intended
or through a whisp of fate

blind eyes
see the glow
of hearts
beauty sensed

but when the sunset ends
the light has gone
and darkness penetrates
into eterntity

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©Syl2022-2025

W3 – #98

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Prompt by Nigel Byng
Write an ekphrastic poem
inspired by Peter Paul Rubens’ (1577–1640)
painting of Samson and Delilah (above).

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Delilah

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the liar
adorned by lush lingerie and listick.
wearing worldly wealth
despicitly speaking
what should never be said

Ego and powerhunger
always lead to stealing
the essence of a peaceful world

truth is naked
sleeping
like snow on a mountainridge
it doesn’t ever wait
for the best moment to appear

Even when the attack
is slow and soft
the violation is not of a hair
but of humanity.
Betrayal
depicted in art

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©Syl2022-2025

©Painting: Rubens

W3 – #97

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Pompt by Jane Aguiar
Write a poem of three stanzas
inspired by the phrase ‘A Wilted Flower’;
Rhyming: Optional

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A Wilted Flower

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She danced,
the little girl,
with braids
dancing even higher
brighter, wider

then she abruptly stopped
and respectfully bowed
for a small daisy
carefuy picked it
for her gram
her caress
embracing
the pure white petals
with sweetness

Years later
she entered the abandoned
sleepingroom
and found the wilted flower
Gram kept her love
to be found again
when she was long gone.

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©Syl2022-2025

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