Whoever reads my diary
Will get an incomplete story
Some confessions I shall not share
Secrets dropped upon the shore
For curious eyes to scrutinize
Unfavorable conclusions may derive
Sweet fruit hangs in this grove
The rotten goes to the grave
W3 Prompt #159: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, li’l ol’ David, prompts us to write a “Pararhyme Paradox” on “a theme of incompleteness, near-misses, or strained connection.”
An orchard of riddles, that diary—half-bitten truths and silenced echoes.
Not all fruit is meant to be picked. Some grow just to tempt the gaze, not the hand.
Let the reader nibble on fragments, while the juiciest secrets sleep beneath the leaves.
Philo
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Thank you, Philo! I love your philosophical interpretation. 💕
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Welcome, my friend.
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Wow! You summed up the concept so well, and brilliantly combined the prompts. Excellent stuff!
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Thank you, Reena! 😊
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Jenn, for me, your poem lingers in the tension between exposure and withholding—“Secrets dropped upon the shore” really stayed with me.
~David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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In my life, the coverups and the lies necessary to keep the secrets intact became more painful than the revelation of the secrets themselves. But this is of course, JMHO
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Yes, I am aware of those kinds of secrets (lies are the more accurate description). I agree that certain skeletons should come out.
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Ah! This was satisfying!
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Thank you, Val! 😊 Glad it felt so.
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Neat and punchy – the last two lines reminded me of a line from the Duchess of Malfi. Lovely stuff.
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Thank you! 😊
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I read this as verging on a Japanese Buddhist meditation: a quietly profound reflection on impermanence, withheld truths, and the nature of the self. The fruit, the diary, the confessions not made: all evoke the Zen sense that what is most meaningful often lies in silence, in what is held back, in the spaces between what is said. It’s something I try to achieve in many of my own poems.
At the same time, there’s a confessional undercurrent – a recognition of what remains unspoken, yet still shapes us. That the poem can sustain both perspectives at once, without tipping into sentiment or overstatement, speaks to real poetic skill.
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Thank you so much, Dennis! 😊
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So true–there are some secrets we will always keep to ourselves. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe! 😊
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What Dennis/ Stonehead says. He said it so well.
JJJ, your pararhyme is beautifu 💚
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Thank you, Lesley! 😊
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hi, Jenn 😃
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted for the very first time by the amazing Dennis Johnstone, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/05/21/w3-prompt-160-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Wonderful, Jennifer. These lines especially stood out to me:
“Some confessions I shall not share
Secrets dropped upon the shore”
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Thank you, Melissa! 😊
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