Hello dVerse regulars and first timers! Welcome to Poetics, this last Tuesday of May.
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But first an announcement about the dVerse Anthology. You can be a part of it!
Call for Poetry Submissions: Krisis: Poetry at the Crossroads (Working Title)
In celebration of our 15th anniversary in 2026, dVerse Poets Pub invites poets from around the globe to contribute to our upcoming anthology, Krisis: Poetry at the Crossroads. Rooted in the Greek word krisis, meaning a pivotal decision point, we seek poems that explore moments of transformation, choice, and change.
Submission Period: April 1, 2025 – June 30, 2025
Full details here; https://dversepoets.com/coming-soon-2026-anthology/
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I hope you all have submitted your poems as the last date is fast approaching. If not, this challenge may just help you write on the topic.
Some time last year, I read an article in a newspaper (in India) that grey divorces were rising here. This caught me by surprise. Divorce is still not very common here and in the middle-aged and elderly population, more so. Though these days most young people are marrying for love, arranged marriages are still the norm. But for the previous generation love marriages were unheard of. In that article, most interviewed couple were in their fifties and sixties who had hoped to fall in love with the person chosen for them. Some did fall in love with their spouse and some tried to make it work any how. But after spending more than two decades together they felt they were incompatible, were drifting apart, or continued only for the sake of kids and now with kids settled, they decided to part ways. It was not an easy decision, nor was it mutually arrived at. Today we are not going to get into the causes of divorce nor talk about whose fault it is. Sometimes two good people find the burden of marriage stifling them.

What I noticed most was the tone of regret in all the interviews I read. Some regretted not taking the step earlier, whereas others regretted that a seemingly stable relationship in which they had invested so much, had come to an end.
“God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
(From Maud Muller by John Greenleaf Whittier)
Understandably, there was also anger. Especially when the decision was taken unilaterally. Anger that instead of planning retirement, they were planning on a life of loneliness and uncertainty. There was anger at being left high and dry at a crossroad.
Angry am I for all the times I tried to hold your hand and you pulled it away.
Angry am I for wasting all my time on you, for all those memories made that you hardly recall.
Angry am I for forgiving you for hurting me (more than once).
(From Angry AM I by Field of Moons)
Shall I follow the stream
Or cross the sea,
Strive for a dream
Or let life be?
(From Crossroads by Ocean Mis T)
Those who had already been divorced for a few years and had tried to build their life once again spoke of reconciling with the ugly reality of life. For who can wallow in anger or self pity forever! Sometimes it becomes necessary to move on for the sake of kids.
That were like memories of you—but now
We’ll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we’re in our laughing, weeping fit,
…since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
(From Reconciliation by William Butler Yeats)
Finally, every interviewee spoke of forgiveness for their own peace of mind. None wanted to carry the weight of bitterness to their deathbed.
“And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind”
(From This Morning I Pray for My Enemies by Jo Harjo)
For today’s poetics challenge, I would like you to write a poem about any pivotal moment in your life that left you with gnawing regrets or you could cover the entire gamut from anger to forgiveness and reconciliation. In short, you will be writing about a krisis in your personal life.
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Good evening, I hope all is well, this was challenging for me, but I my choice went to all the times I have held on too long with something that doesn’t work… a glass of cider please.
Good evening, Björn. We do have a tendency to hold on too long to things that don’t work for us.
A glass of cider for you.
Hello poets ! Welcome to another poetics. April and May have been very hectic for me, as my husband and I took our kids for various entrance exams. I am sorry I am late in catching up, but catching up I am! I will also respond to your comments by and by.
We are experiencing freak weather in Delhi. May has been the wettest as well as the hottest this year. I was caught in a downpour on Saturday morning and am down with fever and cold.
I hope you will forgive me for not being a good host tonight. The bar is stocked, please help yourself to your favourite drinks and munchies. I await your poems excitedly. Hope I was able to stir your muse.
This is a test to see if I can leave a comment. Thanks. I couldn’t last week.
Yes, Colleen! I can see your comment. 🙂
OK. Thank you so much. ☺️
My pleasure, Colleen. 😊
This brings up sad memories. I need chocolate!
I am so sorry, Nolcha. Here, this is the largest bar of chocolate I have. 🍫
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Dear Punam, what a poetry-provoking, never mind thought-provoking, prompt you give us here. And I love Edvard Munch, you pick such a good painting. And that Joy Harjo poem brought a tear to my eye ❤️ Even if I don’t share anything here, you got me in the mood for writing, so thank you 🌟
Dear Sunra, I am so glad you found the prompt poetry-provoking. That Harjo poem is a favourite and always moves me and of course the Munch painting seemed apt here.
I do hope you will share here. If not, still happy poeming.❤️
You’re welcome, chick ❤️ And I do hope you feel better soon. Wishing you much wellness and peace 💖
Thanks, dear. 💗
Well done Punam….great presentation, even after the downpour….
Thanks, Ain. We are back to hot and humid days.
yes, I want to write to this prompt.
thanks for the anthology reminder. Thanks for this entire post. Just thank you.
I will post my critical question on my post. Thanks, Punam.
I am delighted that you want to write to this prompt, Selma. I look forward to your critical question.
Thank you. ❤️
I went to sleep thinking about this but woke fitfully and had to write it before it slipped away… Fortunately the schools are on half term which halves my journey time to work and so I have posted before breakfast!
I hope you are feeling better Punam and applaud your beautifully constructed prompt, thanks…
I am sorry, Andrew, that the prompt didn’t let you sleep properly.
The fever keeps coming back but I am better otherwise. Thanks so much, Andrew.
And you have to work your way through all our offerings – such bad timing…
Just wanted to let you know that the fever has abated and the heartfelt poems were a great company and kept me distracted from self-pity. 🙂
A wonderful prompt, Punam, that has me thinking. I hope you feel better soon. 💙
So glad you liked the prompt, Merril. I am better now. Thanks so much. 💙
You’re welcome! 💙
Thanks for the prompt Punam.
Coffee for me, soup for you. Feel better. 🙂
My pleasure, Lona.
That’s perfect. I just had a large bowl of ramen soup. Thanks so much for your thoughtfulness. Here’s your coffee. ☕
Mmmmm
Thank you Punam, a thought provoking prompt for me, I decided to push against the notion of regret. 🙂
That sounds interesting, Paul. 😊
I think it was the use of a painting by Munch that I hadn’t seen, but I know that it was more than that . . . somewhere in this prompt you got me past my crossroads, and here I am writing about my fears. Thank you.
I am so glad you went past your crossroads. Eager to read your post.
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Sorry Punam, I’m a little late: https://roberta-writes.com/2025/05/29/roberta-writes-dverse-poetics-tuesday-path-of-fire-and-esther-chiltons-writing-challenge-tests-poetry/
Never too late, Robbie.
Hugs
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I have added your post to Mr. Linky.
Thank you
You are welcome.