Friends here’s where to go to participate:
I. The prompt poem:
‘but i’m not mistaken’, by Art Camenzind
don’t look to me as a role model i’ve made a mistake or more life can be bittersweet sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet trails can be cold and lonely but know, i believe in you and if i’m mistaken about you then we can be mistaken together
II. Artie’s prompt guidelines
- FORM: Ghazal
- THEME: Love (romantic, spiritual, agape, platonic, etc.)
Ghazal
- Made up of a chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem;
- It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line of each couplet;
- The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that precedes the refrain;
- Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, have this refrain and inline rhyme;
- The last couplet should refer to the author’s name;
- The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
Examples of ghazals
- Ghazal for the sky by Mary Lee Hahn
- Mono America by Courtenay Schembri Gray
- A Sighing Ghazal by Sia Morweng
- Looking at Mouse Vision by Murisopsis
- David, or: ben Alexander by me
Ghazal: Profusely Polished My Provenance
For the months of sweetening their stay, copiously,
when they left, they thanked her profusely.
For stirring out the song from its branches,
does the wind thank the tree profusely?
When it rushes right through her middle,
does the sun thank the cloud profusely?
And, the hole in the bucket, what do you think?
Does the water thank the hole for the thrill, profusely?
Who was it that was made better by their presence
—come fully alive—like a vacant gem, profusely,
when their light passed right through her middle?
It’s Selma who thanks them for their light, profusely!
Copyright ©️ selmamartin 2025
To view my intended featured image to go with the poem, please go to the MET, here:
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/755524
(could not download, and I had my mind set on these Hollyhocks in the Sunshine for
this post).
A Note:
After my son, his wife, and newborn daughter departed from my home to return to theirs, I felt
as lovely and polished as those Hollyhocks in the Sunshine. They Profusely Polished My Provenance.
Title: Hollyhocks in the Sunshine
Artist: Laura Coombs Hills (American, 1859–1952)
Date: 1920s
Geography: Made in the United States
Culture: American
Medium: Pastel on paperboard
Dimensions: 21 in. × 14 3/4 in. (53.3 × 37.5 cm)
Mat: 28 × 22 in. (71.1 × 55.9 cm)
Frame: 30 1/2 × 24 1/2 × 1 1/8 in. (77.5 × 62.2 × 2.9 cm)
Credit Line: Friends of the American Wing Fund, 2017
Object Number: 2017.244
Hollyhocks in the Sunshine
Laura Coombs Hills American
1920s
On view at The Met Fifth Avenue in Gallery 773
A native of Newburyport, Massachusetts, Hills began her career as an acclaimed painter
of miniature portraits on ivory. After 1920, and likely due to failing eyesight, she
shifted to floral still lifes, primarily produced with handmade pastel sticks she
purchased in France. She was celebrated for the fresh, modernist aesthetic she brought
to a subject traditionally associated with women artists. In this work, Hills employed
a vertical composition to emphasize the length of the hollyhock stems against verdant
foliage and blue sky. A rare example by Hills of flowers painted en plein air
(outdoors) rather than an indoor tabletop setting, “Hollyhocks in the Sunshine”
demonstrates her mastery of the pastel medium with its accomplished rendering of
brilliant sunlight flickering across the pink blooms.
THANKS FOR READING.
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Beautiful poems, I’ve not heard of this type of poem before but they are written so well.
Goodness. There are so many to choose from. I have a hard time keeping things in check. I’ve written one or two before. They’re fun. You must try this one Diana. You’re such a good wordsmith. You’ll do great. I want to read it. LMK. 😜
Thank you,
Lovely verse, and an amazing choice as your artistic accompaniment. I love hollyhocks, and for me they are a distant memory as we don’t have them in Alaska. Very enjoyable post.
Yeah, the Hollyhocks. Most splendid.
Alaska—oh my! But they have other things we don’t see every day/night. Wow. Is it coming on Spring there now? Do you get many hours of sunshine now? Take care. Blessings to you from Japan. 🤗
We are surrounded by beauty, just not a whole lot of flowers one became used to in the lower 48. peonies are big here. We are up to about 8 hours of daylight now, and the temps this whole week are expected to be above zero, so look for us running around in our cut offs and crocks! hehehe
Wowzers, Selma! I feel like this flows so naturally, with each couplet building on the last. The repetition of “profusely” gives it such a rhythmic, almost hypnotic quality.
Much love,
David
Happy you liked it David. Blessings
This flows so beautifully Selma.
Happy you think so Maggie hugs
Hugs to you Selma.
Lovely poem written you.
Thanks Raj 🤗
Beautiful, Selma! You certainly nailed the ghazal!
Glad about what you say. Blessings.
You stay far from Toilet walls please. 😂
I am struggling with this form, but you pulled it off masterfully, Selma! Well done!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Well, I’m sure you can do it even better. Keep going. 🤗
Thanks for your confidence! XOXO
So well done
Thanks, Sadje
You’re most welcome
This is so well done, Selma.. loving the rhythm and repetition. You made it look easy. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.
Beautifully done, Selma, and your sentiments are relatable. 💕