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 […]
W3 Prompt #43: Wea’ve Written Weekly
In the past, the street was lined with tall trees that rustled in the wind. It was a quiet and peaceful neighborhood where the only sounds were the chirping of birds and the occasional laughter of children playing in the yard. The houses were modest but cozy, and the gardens were filled with colorful flowers that bloomed every spring.
Today, the street is no longer quiet. The rustling trees have been replaced by loud cars and noisy construction works. The houses have been renovated and expanded, and the gardens have been replaced with concrete driveways and artificial turf. People are always in a rush, and no one seems to have time to stop and smell the flowers.
Amidst the chaos,
A lone sparrow sings its song,
Echoes of the past.
Pebble's Galaxy 
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