Poetry challenge Monotetra: the entries

The news about Brussells airport is just coming in as I compile this post. If anybody mentions anything about ‘good’ religious believers and ‘bad’ religious believers today I will go into orbit.

Back to the mundane and essentially trivial, but at least it’s not killing anybody.

Last week’s challenge, the monotetra was, I thought, a fun one—poetry with a simple rhyme pattern and a refrain. As usual, you rose to the challenge beautifully.

First in was a paeon of praise for her hometown from Sri. If you’re looking for a holiday destination, sounds as though you could do a lot worse 🙂





Kim’s poem is so terribly sad in a very contemporary way. Not what I was expecting. The kind of poem that gets under the skin.

Selfie – writing in north norfolk


Kerfe’s poem is cosmic! The ultimate question and symbolic answers. And beautiful artwork too 🙂

What Does This Mean? | method two madness


Kat’s poem is particularly apposite at this time of year. Even more so for me when I’m trying to do the exact opposite of these avian hoarders 🙂

Nesting – A Monotetra | like mercury colliding…


Ken’s poem made me sigh with pleasure. That last stanza is just gorgeous.

Beauty, on End | rivrvlogr


Merril’s poem is her own personalised variant with an attractive coda. Love it 🙂

The Water Shimmers: Monotetra Poetry Challenge | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings



Doug, the Elusive Trope with a poem that is stark and uncompromising as a black and white photograph.

Pantomime | Elusive Trope


Janice sends out a timely message in her poem

Lights out—a monotetra poem – Ontheland


From the Crow, grimly brilliant, if that’s allowed.

Poem 20160319 – Caw!


Thanks again for all the wonderful poems and helping to keep alive that tenuous hope that humanity isn’t all rotten. New challenge tomorrow.

Poetry challenge Lantern Verse: the entries

This is an attractive form that inspired some lovely poetry. Here are the poets in the order they appeared, the poems I’ve grouped by poet since a couple of you had a couple of goes at this one.


First in was Sri who also went back and wrote a whole string of ‘Faith’ lanterns




Next, Ken. Autumn is still in my mind too as it is still present. No frost or snow has altered the end of autumn landscape.

Autumn | rivrvlogr


season ends
cycle complete


Kerfe’s lantern masks. Lanterns and masks do go together when you think about it. Clever.

Self Portrait #12 Mask 2 | method two madness


Merril’s morning lanterns, an ode to getting up and getting on with it. With or without cooperation from the cat.

Morning: A Lantern Quintet | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings


Jazzy also made a second contribution inspired by the rain. I loved the tin roof.

Rain | thoughts and entanglements

Web | thoughts and entanglements


Peter’s pine cone lantern, a form all to itself.



Doug’s trio. I admit it, my favourite this week. If only because he uses that gorgeous word, spindrift.

Sehnsucht | Elusive Trope


Janice sent in a very attractive string of wintry lanterns.

Wooden lanterns – Ontheland


Kat’s lantern chain is so calm and peaceful. I hope she’s feeling zen too.



Mr Todd’s poem requires a double take. Yes, it is intentional. Another deep one.

Missed… – A Flash of Fiction…

Thank you all for the delightful poetry. Always a pleasure to read and distribute. Call back tomorrow for another challenge.

Poetry challenge Tree Shadorma: the entries

Once again, the shadorma set the creative juices flowing and produced the longest list of contributions yet, I think.

First in was Kat Myrman with a hopeful poem, reminding us that even bare winter trees hold the seeds of spring.



Ken with a trio of very determined trees

Steadfast | rivrvlogr


choked, slaughtered,
near decimation,
their true worth long neglected,
yet surviving, still

upon close
of a natural order
becomes evident

on the move,
a forest of trees
cloaked in stealth
beyond a faint horizon,
marching firmly on.


A first time entry from Gradmama with a clutch of three shadorma. That last line is a surprise punch in the gut 🙂

A trio of Shadorma poems of Trees


Bill Engleson chooses to ignore the mist, either mysterious or threatening, and just gives us his love of trees. Beautiful.


Deep grey woods,
Sun’s shimmering hope
pushing through,
warming me
as I catch my breath, leaning
on the heart of Oak.




Crow’s poem is pure delight. Any poem with ‘bold fish’ in it has my vote.



Merril goes one step over and above the call of duty and gives us a rhyming shadorma—a tribute to two girls, full of a naive joy.

February Oak: Poetry Challenge #17, Shadorma | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings


To be expected, a particularly delicate poem from Jennifer. I love the contrast between the statements about the unbending stoicity of trees, and the breaking into leaf and bud.

Breathe | Graceful Press Poetry


An interesting take by Doug the Elusive Trope, who concentrates on the atmosphere of the picture and the possible message that is carried in the misty air.

Protocal | Elusive Trope


Kerfe’s poem (and illustrations) is a tribute to life, full of clever word play.

What Grows Here? | method two madness


I love the mystical element of Natalia’s thoughts on trees.

Between Heaven and Earth | Weaving Gold


Janice sees benevolence in her trees, gentle and protective.

Hidden Life of Trees – Ontheland


Carol’s poem picks up the attitude of the trees, watchful and attentive.

Gathering~Shadorma – WritersDream9


Geoff—someone else who has a thing about the omnipotence of god coffee! Clever 🙂

Freed from Writer’s Block

Cleaving words
To your will is hard
With sharp mind
And coffee
You’ll unearth the grain hidden
In your wooden prose.


Jazzytower with a poem full of the damp dripping of fog



A second one from Kerfe. The gorgeous collage illustrations steal the show for me.

Stars of Everything (for Thornton Dial) | method two madness


And last, Sri with and epic stanza shadorma-style poem



Thanks so much for these small gems of poetry. Who would ever have thought that 26 syllables could convey so much?

New theme tomorrow. Must get on and think of one…

Poetry challenge #7 Circular poem: the entries

Last week’s challenge was a challenge for me too, since a rather quirky poetry form I find appealing may not appeal to anyone else. Apparently it did though, and the results are wonderful. Here they are, as usual, in order of appearance.

Jennifer from Graceful Press Poetry got the challenge off to a tremendous start when she posted this double take, of which the second is a circular poem.


Next is Ken’s contribution. Definitely a Monday morning poem 🙂


For a grind, grating on his ear,
near to cacophony as any sound
round about sunrise,
eyes open barely enough to see,
he seems not to mind,
finding satisfaction in the scene,
beans’ aroma pleasing,
teasing his palate with yet to be savored
flavor, its brew offering so much more,
for a grind, grating on his ear.


Then Carol from WritersDream, I suppose what happens after you’ve had Ken’s start to the day.



Doug, the Elusive Trope sent this, specially for writers.

Therapeutic Coloring

black line pattern on white page
assuage with an invite

incite the mind to focus
locus after locus asking for color

whir of inner gears
blear at first

immerse in the pigment plethora
opera of hues

blue brown green
marine and earthen

beckon down serenity’s track
black line pattern on white page



Janice, Ontheland, sent this one, another serene poem accompanied by a luscious photo.

Cloud Arrow in Sunset Sky | Ontheland

Bastet sent in this gorgeous offering, a watery poem I particularly liked—you listening, Ken?

Reflections at a Water Fountain – Circular Poem and Hay(na)ku – November 28, 2015 | Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library


Éilis sent in this tremendous poem.

How can I recall what is almost forgotten
Lost in a thorny world
Hurled into ceaseless motion
Oceans of grief rise their tides
Behind a heart shut tight to more pain
Again I am wandering
Squandering what I cannot name
Game up, and I have little to show.
Oh, but I’ll stand strong against the cold…
Old stories those, we learn little
It’ll be a wonder if anything changes
Ages may pass, what of the new
Do you really think it will be so enlightened and grand
And in the survival of the day to day
We pay dearly, the cost passes but a few
Too many left hungry, pleading, wanting
Some haunting the places where they learned to be tame
The same, alas, they and I
I am what is almost forgotten.

I’m linking to another of Éilis’ poems, Navigation, another circular poem you might like to read too.

Last one in this week is from Kerfe, short, terse, and with a great illustration!

Junk Mail Art 7: A Portrait and an Interview | method two madness

Thank you so much for participating, and for creating so much lovely poetry. Look in for challenge #8 tomorrow;