Sheila’s prompt guidelines
That’s what I invite you to write about this week: what remains. It might be something tangible—a physical object recovered from ruin. Or something intangible: the loyalty of a lifelong friend, or a memory that somehow outlasts the forgetting.
Loss may be arbitrary, but what remains often feels distilled—essential.
For this prompt, let’s shape our reflections into a quadrille—a 44-word poem with no required rhyme or meter. This unique form was originally created at the d’Verse Poets Pub, where poets gather weekly to distill thought and feeling into brief, potent verse.
So, what remains, for you?
When I’m Gone
I wonder what remains when I am gone
Is it just bones and teeth?
Will my hair still grow and will it be blonde
without the sun to keep it light?
Without you here I am left
with only ashes, tears, and a memory.

hi, Christine 🥰
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Murisopsis (Val), is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/07/02/w3-prompt-166-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
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Thank you! Didn’t get to anything yesterday but I’m working today, at the baseball stadium, and right now it is raining so I will have the time!
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*hug*
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hi, Christine 😍
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the amazing Bob Lynn, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/06/25/w3-prompt-165-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thank you
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*hug*
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Just read this weeks prompt. We are in the car, back roads, looking at homes…this one may be a bit complex until we get somewhere tonight. Some of these prompts are quite complex until you can wrap your head around it.
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No pressure – it’s only for your enjoyment ❤
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A profound and poignant message.
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But those memories get sweeter with age.
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Christine, I love how your contemplative poem effectively mirrors the brevity of life and the fleeting nature of existence ❤️
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Thank you
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After we experience the death of someone we love, life is never the same again.
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true, so very true
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Christine, your closing line—”with only ashes, tears, and a memory”—really resonates with me. It carries the weight of absence with such a raw clarity and distills your whole poem’s ache into one quiet, final breath.
~David
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This is the time of year the loss of my first husband and son really hit home…
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💔 💔 💔
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A very poignant poem Christine
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The feeling of loss is powerful, and it remains after the end of your poem – you have conveyed it very well – hugs 💞
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Very sad musings!
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