A pleasant night under bright starlight
The hoot-hoot of an owl, a distant howl
I sit and contemplate my significance
Thoughts surface, as I ponder my purpose
Unwittingly resigned to a wandering mind
I sit and ruminate on life
But the moon disrupts my disorderly conduct
It waves to Regulus and winks to Venus
I sit in awe of the night sky
Enchanted I rock as the clock tick-tocks
Father Time sings a nursery rhyme
And ushers me off to bed
W3 Prompt #185: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Shaun, prompts us to write a poem utilizing internal rhyme.
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Nicely done. I like the third lines not following any rhyme – it gives them more weight. 👏
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Thank you, Shaun! 😊
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Nice one Jen! I need to be ushered off to bed as I’ve stayed up far too late but this poem was worth it!
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Thank you, Val! 😊
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You are welcome!
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gorgeous words, and poetry, Jenn! 🙂
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Thank you, Carol Anne! 😊
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Jen, that “waves to Regulus and winks to Venus” moment really pulls me into your quiet night — I feel myself pausing there with you ✨
~David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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hi, Jen❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Dennis, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/11/19/w3-prompt-186-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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