The birthday bouquet
is more than a week old
and wilting in the vase
A shapely vase of glass
half-filled with scummy water
glinting in the sun
A mixture of flowers
raise heads in a last hurrah
of purple and pale yellow
Brown-tinged leaves hang
over the lip of the vase
over like the birthday
Small white roses
struggle to peek above
the flaccid foliage
They seem as fresh
as the day the bouquet
arrived in a van
Kim M. Russell, 22nd August 2024

Merril is our host at this week’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are exploring the Triversen, a form invented by the American poet and physician William Carlos Williams. She says that “there seems to be a considerable difference in what constitutes a Triversen (“triple verse sentence”). So she has given us a simplified version.
According to the basic rules, the Triversen is an imagistic poem that consists of tercets, each of which is a grammatical sentence, broken by breaths, the accents and rhythms of normal speech, ideally, two to four beats or stressed syllable (not total syllables). The Triversen is unrhymed, with an ideal length of 18 lines or 6 stanzas, but even Williams did not always follow that rule. Furthermore, alliteration contributes to the stress syllables. Merril has given us an example, ‘On Gay Wallpaper’ by William Carlos Williams.
Our challenge is to write a Triversen poem, following the given rules, on any subject. Merril has suggested looking around wherever we are and writing about something in the room (as in Williams’ wallpaper), or the view from a window.
Thank you for writing to the prompt, Kim! I like how you write that the flowers have faded, just as the birthday has, but still
“A mixture of flowers
raise heads in a last hurrah
of purple and pale yellow”
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Thank you so much, Merril!
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You’re welcome.
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What an interesting form and use of images, sound. And the poignancy of another birthday over and the wilting flowers. Love it!
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Thank you, Georgina!
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I thought I was the only one to let flowers die a ghastly death! Lovely, Kim!
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Thank you, Nolcha. I’ve been holding on to them for as long as possible but, after two weeks, sadly, they have to go.
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Folorn as they may be, and falling apart, the composition of this form stayed tight and to the “rules,” which gives the gradual decay more power in its simplicity. V nicely done.
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Thank you, Ain. I don’t usually like cut flowers, which belong outdoors, but this bouquet was from my daughter, and the flowers in it were unusual.
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Interesting juxtaposition of the flowers’ beauty and fragility, Kim! There’s something particularly compelling to that final matter-of-fact tercet, which reads to my eye as a reminder of how beautiful things are often more ordinary than we might expect.
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Thank you, Chris. I had a feeling you’d get it!
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I love your poem of the anticlimactic birthday flowers! Very well written and most interesting.
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Thank you kindly, Dwight. It’s about time I threw the flowers away now, they’re nearly two weeks old!
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Hang on to the memories!
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“A shapely vase of glass
half-filled with scummy water
glinting in the sun”
I love how realistic this is, it makes me think of plants I’ve cut and placed in glass jars. After so many days the water starts growing green.
“A mixture of flowers
raise heads in a last hurrah”
I love the beauty in these lines.
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Thank you, Melissa. I really must throw them away today. 🙁
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Yeah, I have things in my refrigerator that I should have thrown away weeks ago.😬😅
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So descriptive and relatable!
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Thank you, Carol!
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The eternal dilemma about how long to wait before throwing flowers away, the memory of them in their pomp, the meaning of the celebratory gift versus the most definite signs of mortality – beautifully captured Kim…
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Thank you, Andrew.
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“They seem as fresh
as the day the bouquet
arrived in a van”
These lines speak a lot. I enjoyed reading your Triversen, Kim. 🙂
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Great picture! I enjoy a bouquet of flowers as much in their slow decay as their vibrant beginnings; they all remain beautiful, just differently so.
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They do.
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Very vivid. Bravo, nice one
much🤍love
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Thanks Gillena, and much love to you!
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Lovely, Kim. I rarely buy fresh flowers because of this sad death.
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cool! 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Thanks Rob!
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Wilted bouquets are so desolate. They make me sad. Your colours make me think of chrysanthemums, which make me think of All Saints and cemeteries…
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I don’t usually have cut flowers in the house, I prefer to leave them in the garden, but these were from Ellen, and I wanted to get the most out of them, 12 days!
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I don’t either. I never even think to cut the roses and that’s all we have in that department. 12 days is pretty good!
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Flowers and birthdays fading into the sunset. I love the way you followed through on this, Kim.
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Thank you, Sara.
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