Raging Water

The ephemeral beauty of both youth and cherry blossoms. This young woman wears a kimono with a pattern of raging waves. Fragile cherry blossoms and raging water patterns are a traditionally pairing. The combination expresses the Japanese perception of nature and enhances one’s enjoyment of the season.

North cherry blossom
blooms soft.
Here chill mist begins bone cold.

Northern hemisphere hearts welcome the unfurling cherry blossoms. Pretty fleeting beauty gladdens souls tired of grim winter. My cherries glow autumn bronze, golden through misty rain. Another flood on the way. Nearby, Emergency Service volunteer’s wives pack sandwiches. Calls for help will take the men away soon.

Frank at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/ requests a haibun.

He describes haibun: ‘The form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.’

I particularly like the haibun form. You can read some admirable examples by dVersers here: https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=27Mar2022&meme=12489

Shocked at Finding Another Griswold

Griswold found in a poetry task.
Who is that long haired man?
Does he wear a special Griswold mask too?

I am also called a Griswold,
Hair long too, once Viking red now silver.
I know my Griswold mask is forever firmly on.

To be a Griswold
Is a curious thing.
I was named such long ago.

By a jocular friend.
And saying ‘Griswold’ he laughed.
His ridicule kept me at ever so slight a distance.

Dignity slightly offended.
I thought Griswold sounded at best grey,
At worst a grim green forest teaming with wolves teeth.

Comforting to think a strange new Griswold
now walks the Griswold path with me.
Does his shadow also fall dark in that gloaming forest?

Has this other Griswold taken my green eyes too,
Now ghost white, lost in pearly old light?
And does this Griswald now take my fading world for himself?

Has he drunk all my bitter knowledge,
All my joy now flown, lost and forgotten memory?
I wish him well of them, this new Griswold.

Grace at dVerse has set the task of writing a synchronicity. She say that this is a poetic form created by Debra Gundy. Another new form for me! Gotta love dVerse. https://dversepoets.com/

Grace says: “The definition of synchronicity is the state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related. As a poetry form, this consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas.

See the dVerse response here. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=19Mar2022&meme=12954
I noticed most dVersers have used an almost haikuish structure for each stanza. Mine is a bit different. I’m not sure if it is the correct form, but nothing I read said it was wrong, so there it is.
Thanks for reading,
Maxfield von Griswold.

The Prey Animal

Eyes meet.
So simple
thinks the hunter at the bar.
Into pretty sweet eyes
shrewd eyes gaze hard.
Eyes that know the score.
Painted eyes,
Eyes that blink to mask
the truly wild eye inside
Ferocious hungry eyes smell him
and the predator leaps.

Björn is eyeing the quarille 44 word poetic form at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/07/eyeing-the-quadrille-147/. He requests a quadrille with the word eye in it. See the other responses here. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=06Mar2022&meme=12540

Burning Secrets

Shiver
Shiver soft in the dark
Shiver cold in the light
Shiver hard in the paling
When the dawn holds it’s might.
Shiver
Shiver blue when I kiss you
Shiver green when you might
Shiver quiet when the darkling
Of your timid heart’s right.


Merril at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/24/quadrille-144-shivering/ has drawn inspiration from her home’s icy weather. She asks for a quadille 44 word poem that considers the word shivering.

The amazing dVersifiers have responded in strength. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=23Jan2022a&meme=12540

Tsundoku*

‘You brought the books.’ He eyed her bulgy bag. His mind saw them in there. Tattier than when he first met her. Even their name, penguins, after some mythical beast, annoyed his prosaic soul.
When they were first assigned he had been shocked at her offhand stance. Wearing them away molecule by molecule. They wanted such costly precious rarities safe in The Vault.
‘It’s what they’re for.’ Turning a page.
Quick recovery. He’d been taught the correct romantic tone. ‘And bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.’ Woo her. Keep this Queen so rich, from such ancient bloodlines.
‘Love, now an universal birth.’ Ironic. She couldn’t see why the geneticists valued him.
She buttoned her travelling coat over her bulging stomach. A Queen’s firstborn belonged to Them. The next one would be hers.
But not his.
‘I’m taking the books.’

Today at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/17/prosery-bring-no-book/ Ingid has set a Prosery. That’s a ‘prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words.’ Todays quote is from Lines Written at a small distance from my House by William Wordsworth.

The dVersers as always are inspirational. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=16Jan2022a&meme=13019

*Tsundoku is a Japanese word for the piles of books you have lying around the house waiting to be read.

Twas Scringey in the Reejin Kroost

Robbled grobs take scruze,
Spinetty,
Pluck freagletoms from spingoes.

Utagawa: Actor Iwai Hanshirô V as the Spirit of a Chicken

With apoloamolies to Lewis Carroll whom I have beforinger adorealimized. https://maxjoyart.wordpress.com/2020/08/10/a-caterpillar-asks-a-big-question/
Il Marveloso Brudberg at dVerse wants nonsense. So gabilbom gettling troiks it is.
He makes much more snesbits here. https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/13/meet-the-bar-with-narrative-nonsense/
The magnillience dVerse sqadjilings make squilliances too. Rodje them here: https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=12Jan2022&meme=12493

Tell me, Oh Muse,

So begins our first poem.

Anger
Goddess
Sing


Very first words
from our very first Muse
so very long ago.

No sweet pretty girl
chiffon floating gently
that first muse of Homer’s.
Harpy Goddess hell-dark
spewing blood and death.

Suffer you all together, Acheans.


To begin the New Year at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/10/quadrille-143-muse-cues/ De Jackson aka WhimsyGizmo calls for a rousing of the muse. The Whimsy One asks for a Quadrille. I quote: ‘The Quadrille is that pithy little poem of our own creation here at dVerse, in which we write poems of exactly 44 words (not including the title), and wedge in a word of our choosing.’
As always, I’m in awe of the creative responses by the stellar bodies of the dVerse universe. Read them here: https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=07Jan2022&meme=12540

dVerse Colour Challenge

Recently Mish at dVerse set a colourful challenge https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/16/poetics-true-colours/. She asked us to see the world through colour. I made one rather dark offering https://maxjoyart.wordpress.com/2021/02/19/black/. The challenged has closed, with a kalescope of response. As always I am in awe of the creative diversity https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=15Feb2021&meme=12476.

When I remembered seeing a pretty, colourful vintage French paintbox this collage and haiku sprang almost fully formed. Despite having promised not to waste time with words and pictures I once again have stolen time to share this with you.

So many of you on wordpress are inspirational. The French paintbox in the picture belongs to Miss Mustard Seed, Marion Parsons. Her charming blog is one that gives me courage to continue. https://missmustardseed.com/about/. It is so soothing to see a life being lived with such grace.

‘I, Miss Mustard Seed, write this blog so that those who read it will feel braver and more inspired when they finish a post and close the browser.’

The Sneak

I stole this time to be with you
from those more worthy of it
Frowning they warned me
That poetry rubbish
is so pointless
I promised I’d stop
I did I really did for a while
But I snuck just one quick look
and you pulled me tight to you again.

If anyones looking its Frank’s fault I’m wasting time. his dVerse prompt was too enticing. https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/28/mtb-opening-lines-beginnings/

I’ll steal more time when I can to read how others have responded. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=24Jan2021&meme=12493

with austere beauty,

makes individual voice universal.

“Reading what I have just written I now believe …” Louise stopped there. It sounded like an acceptance speech. She paused. Uncertain. Indecisive. Isn’t that line one of those clichés that the creative writing class teacher tells their student to avoid? “Yes, I think it might be.” She answered herself. It takes confidence to write. They say that too. But Louse wasn’t confident. She wavered. Anxious. Alone. She thought so long and hard about it all that her eyes got too misty to see the page she was reading. Chaotic. Confusing. “Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively.” She paused again. “When I speak passionately, that’s when I’m least to be trusted.” “My strengths?” Intelligence. Powers of language. Insight. Louise, skeptical outsider, knows they are valueless. She doesn’t want to be an untrustworthy speaker. She knows she is invisible.

Lillian at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/07/some-prosery-cheer/#jp-carousel-20969 for today’s Prosery Monday has chosen as prompt: ‘Reading what I have just written I now believe’
This is the first line from Louise Glück’s poem ‘Afterward’. I so like Ms Glück’s work.

Lillian says “WOW! Doesn’t that statement come to mind sometimes when words just flow out of you and you stop, read them and think, where did that come from?
That says it all, really.


Who says poetry doesn’t pay? Wikipedia says the prize money for 2020 is 10 million SEK. Really? That’s 896,410.00 Pound sterling!

Take a look at the other responses to Lillian’s prompt here: https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=04Dec2020&meme=13019

Tears of The Ruby

Young hearts burn like a ruby
held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness?
Each glittering ruby soul knows only
their own dark heart holds that true fire.
Even so pretenders circle
in brightening dawn’s warmth.
Basking far below those glinting ruby beams
aspirants borrow that rosy glow for their own.
Pale garnet, shadowed fire purpled soft,
can hold no candle to such passionate flame.
Florid carnelian blushes then quails
and dare not approach such ruddy beauty.
So Ruby find no match to light anew
such blazing boundless passion.
Sunrise follows sunrise,
each fades into bright blue day.
Relentless brightness sears away
the flushed pale pretenders.
Alone, ever glowing, unquenchable.
Each lone red ruby heart remains
an immutable scarlet stone.






Laura at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/ has set a real challenge to engage with the mystic. As usual the prompts are inspirational. I chose Rumi’s line because I love sparkly gemstones. But I struggled with the poetic form she suggested. I just couldn’t achieve the eight line octave form.

Do take a look at the work inspired by Laura’s prompts. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=06Dec2020&meme=12476

The king of Pegu wears more rubies on him
than the value of a very large city,
and he wears them on all his toes …
he shines so much that he appears to be a sun.
Luigi Barthema
16th Century traveller to Burma

Pegu is an ancient Burmese capitol. Mokok in Burma was the legendary source for the coveted Pigeon blood rubies.

An Antarctic Odyssey

Frank at Dverse https://dversepoets.com is hosting a Jisei (Japanese death poem) challenge. He asks us to ‘Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, Gogyohka) or haikai-esque poem that reflects on imminent death—and the significance of life in light of it. If you are going for the haikai-esque, keep the lines brief (no more than 10) and use the aesthetics of haikai (simplicity, heartfulness, and pathos)

There are some very thought provoking responses to Frank’s challenge. You can read them here: https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=17Nov2020&meme=12493

Lay a White Quilt Over Them

Bitter Antarctic star blanket above.
Five men stoic at the end of the earth.
Time, food, water, sanity all gone.
Screaming blizzard snow blanket.
Frozen corpses yellow waxen taut.
Scott’s diary, blanket marketed,
has never been out of print.
Undying Glory blankets any error.

dVerse Blanket Challenge

Merril at Dverse https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/05/quadrille-113-blanket-us/ is hosting a blanket challenge to create a 44 word Quadrille Poem. Her prompt is to include the word ‘blanket’.

It is always fascinating to read what others have done with the same prompt. https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=03Oct2020b&meme=12540

dVerse: Lillian and Catrin’s Ekphrastic Challenge

Demeter Dreaming

So cold in the ground.
She never feels it though.
Bright sky dreams
to pass the long eternity
under the earth.
Conjured worlds
turn their seasons round
and back again
to bloom and die
in their natural order.
Deep time flows relentless.
A billion starry wheels
blaze luminous then fade.
The Goddess
in her radiant perfection
dreams on.

Lillian is behind the bar at the dVerse pub https://dversepoets.com. Lillian has a knack for choosing inspirational poetic prompts. Today she has teamed up with artist Catrin Welz-Stein. Catrin has selected four of her works as visual inspiration. The work I chose to collaborate with had for me an ethereal earthyness along with an eternal quality. It was a pleasure to write to her lovely work. You can see more of Catrin’s work here. http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/

I am always in awe of what others can do. Check them out here: https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=22Sep2020&meme=12476