Roberta Writes – TDWC26, W3, and The Flower Hour

My poem for W3 (which is two days late) was inspired by two photographs from Dan’s TDWC26 as follows:

Picture caption: This building appears to me to have many doors which my mind interpreted as many relationships in life. The photograph was contributed by Dan Antion.

Alone (freestyle poem)

We walk alone

navigating our way

up hills, over obstacles, down slopes

Sometimes, we walk with another

a lover, friend, family member,

even a group

These periods of companionship

often bring great happiness

But, every life phase has an ending

Someone’s life must be shattered

Someone must suffer pain

Someone must be left behind

It’s best to acknowledge that ultimately

we walk our paths alone

Picture caption: My mind interpreted this single door standing alone as a solitary person – the one left behind to go on alone. This photograph was contributed by Lois.

You can join in Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge here: https://nofacilities.com/thursday-doors-writing-challenge-2026/

You can read other poet’s W3 contributions here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/05/13/w3-prompt-211-weave-written-weekly/

The Flower Hour

Three photographs of my late autumn garden for Terri’s The Flower Hour which you can join in here: https://secondwindleisure.com/2026/05/19/the-flower-hour-31-local-lilacs-and-lupine/

Tiny flowers growing in a crack between the rocks

5 thoughts on “Roberta Writes – TDWC26, W3, and The Flower Hour”

I’m always a sucker for a red rose, Robbie xx

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A lovely post Robbie.

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Poignant verse and beautiful flowers Robbie.

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Robbie, your poetry has an authenticity and honesty. I think one of the hardest truths in life is recognizing that while companionship can bring us joy and comfort, there are parts of every journey that we must ultimately face alone. What touched me in your poem is that it acknowledges both sides of life. The happiness of walking with others for a time, and the pain of loss and endings that come with being human. That is not an easy truth, but it is a real one. Your poem reminds me that even when our individual paths are our own, we still recognize ourselves in one another’s experiences.

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Robbie, your poem hit me right in the heart. I got goosebumps as I read. Never were truer words written. Your late autumn garden is still so pretty. I’m sure your days will finally cool down now. 💕

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