VanGogh’s “Blue Wheatfield with Cypress”
Blue Forensics
What acts cast this pall upon the bloody world?
Weather sprite tricks or via faux-king twit I heard.
Normal season’s passing or terminal affliction?
A healthy ecosystemic or sick viral acquisition?
Which infusive spilled fluid is chosen, preferable?
Meltstreams for crops or gunsiphons unutterable?
Bright skyball trajectoring sun or nuclear missile?
Task: plant seed cellpacks or innocents in prison?
March of lion to lamb or death-marched trenches?
Carpets of violets or carpet-bombed kids’ tresses?
Impatience for germination or drowning in tragedy?
Monotonous drab or fearful reflections on mortality?
Laura is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar / Forms. Laura says:
And so for today’s MTB prompt we are writing in two lines stanzas as rhyming couplets thus:
Tao Talk 
“Bright skyball trajectoring sun” I love this description. We both wrote about the sun in one way or another.
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Thanks and awesome, Melissa. It was sunny there for a few days but now back to dismal grey.
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The world is in bad shape all around–your final line says it well. It’s dismal grey here, too–though it’s supposed to be warm and sunny next week.
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Thanks, Merril. Good luck on warm and sunny next week.
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You’re welcome, Li! ☀️
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Hard to believe every choice they make is the wrong one. I love that Van Gogh. (K)
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almost as if they are badly programmed machines
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You did very well with the prompt, Lisa.
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Dwight, thank you very much. I’ve been running like a chicken with my head cut off all week. Today finally got a chance to settle down to write an important poem. Laura always gives the best prompts. Thank you, Laura.
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Foreboding words. I’ll definitely go with the crops🙏🏾
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