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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thank you Lisa- you are always so encouraging
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Thanks for the kind words, Dear Laura.
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<3
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Foreboding words. I’ll definitely go with the crops🙏🏾
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I understand, Jude. Nice to see you!
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Nice to pass by.
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:)
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Your major to minor or propositions are profound. I think Wordsworth had the same sort of feelings in a different time:
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;”
BTW -great examples of the para & half rhymes
tresses/trenches; world/heard
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Laura, thank you for the Wordsworth. He has a way with words. I sort of tried to speak to two objects/ways as part of your optional prompt. I think in this case hard to tease them apart. Thank you for the lessons on para and half rhymes. I try to use “near rhymes” at rhymezone as much as possible when they fit.
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these rhyme styles suits me too especially now I know more about them!
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“carpet-bombed kids”…is very ugly and powerful, Lisa.
The last line reminds me of my life in England. It’s our world to choose, if we are lucky enough.
Excellent write 👏
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Shaun, I was scrolling Substack last night and saw the picture you shared of the Iranian schoolchildren. Words fail in trying to articulate my feelings about the monsters who gave the green light on the acts of evil that ended them.
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Hi Lisa, this is a striking and powerful poem.
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Robbie thanks so much.
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💞
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Wow Li your poem was fab! I really loved all the descriptive words you used and the imagery! X
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CA, thank you for your thoughtful comment. Glad you liked it :)
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Very well done Li! 😊
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Stew, thanks so much <3
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This one had me feeling melancholy. As you point out, there are triggers in almost everything these days. I try to take the approach of acknowledgement without defeat of life’s enjoyment. But, like everyone else I am not unaware or immune.
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Sean, thanks for the feedback. Your way seems a balanced way, and the last sentence speaks to the active part of balancing.
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the weight and effusive imagery of this poem is crazy strong!! zloved it all, well done and one of my faves from this prompt!! Heck yeah!
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Cara, happy it clicks for you <3
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You painted a true, dismal picture of the world as it is, so powerfully with your words, Lisa. The ‘carpet of violet or bombed children’s tresses’ hit hard.
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Smitha, I can’t get the reality of schoolchildren being murdered out of my head. Shaun (tenzenmen) posted a picture of them on his Substack page the other day. Such precious beauty destroyed. For what?
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Lisa, there’s so much I can’t get out of my head, these days. All of this unnecessary destruction and death. The heart feels heavy that nobody is doing anything to stop it. Xxx
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I hear you.
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