This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words plus the following three words:
So 33 of yours plus 3 of ours means that everyone will have a 36 word response this time around.
In this copse of trees
We are a century lost
The trees whisper our secrets
While we wait out the sun
The charge of silence as we leave
The days grow colder
And so do we
I think the trifextra is easier to do with poetry, because you don't have to say everything. Also, someday I might write something happy and then the world will implode.