Welcome to week three of the Three Word Poem Challenge! In this third installment, we have three whole new poems to show off to you guys, with Prompt #3 being the work a mystery guest writer with three (3!) whole names. Is there a theme here, perhaps? (Maybe a… threeme?)
The gimmick is as simple as one-two-youknowwhat — we randomly generate a trio of words, and write a poem that utilizes that language. And we also extend the challenge of Prompt #3 to anyone interested in submitting their own work. Click here if you’re interested — any submissions will be featured next week!
(injury, blood, bud)
The great heron has fallen.
An injury on its wing, feathers soaked with blood.
Guilt of dangers past swollen,
The waters surrounding the heron crestfallen—
The rise of a new future, beginning to bud.
(initiative, think, distortion)
A good leader always takes the initiative.
Take a look into the luminary’s mind, the thinker of operations.
Make no mistake, their judgment is never victim to distortion—
The purity of their wit, never room for contamination in their spirit.
(feedback, destruction, instinct)
A feedback loop of self-destruction
Of white noise read on blank black tape
All instinct and no inhibition
Waste not, want all, leave everything to fate
