W3 Prompt #129 Fragments of Friendship: A Sonnet on Lost Bonds and Timeless Connections
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 […]
They met in lines that never curved nor bent, Two strangers caught in moments thin as air. A glance, a word—connection’s accident— They built a bridge from silence, unaware.
In fractured time, they walked on jagged ground, A landscape made of glass and shifting stone. Their laughter soared, though echoes made no sound, Each step toward the other, still alone.
One vanished like a whisper in the night, A shadow split, a prism bent and cracked. But memory, like thread in constant flight, Kept binding what the world could not retract.
In distance now, their friendship still collides, A mirrored dance where space and time divide.
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