We had gotten a great response to our call for Mother’s Day tributes. And it was an unofficial start to our “planting” season. Today we begin in earnest with our first form exploration of the re-boot. Today we fete: the Boketto!
A while back, our friend Meena Rose wrote about the idea of boketto. Boketto is a Japanese word that really doesn’t translate into English very well. The concept of Boketto is akin to staring at the sky or into the distance without a thought… Getting lost in one’s own self; removing the self from a place mentally. There is no regard to the past and no connection to the future. There is only THIS moment.
From this thought I’ve experimented with incorporating boketto into a poetic form and thus the Boketto was born. The Boketto can be a very personal poem, or can be one of a random observation.
The Boketto consists of two stanzas, One of five lines (30 syllables – 7,7,7,4,5) and a three line (17 syllables – two seven syllable lines and a three syllable line which becomes a refrain if a string of Boketto are written). It expresses a single moment in time!
A variation of the Boketto makes use of two (three) ancient Japanese forms, the Tanka and the Haiku (Senryu). The moment of which you write will determine the choice. (Haiku – nature; Senryu – everything else).
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Sara’s Boketto:
ROULETTE
My mind is a roulette wheel,
black daydream fears spin through red
Grandfather clock ticks off time
The world is still
Am I fulfilling
my life? Will seizures that plague
my dog ease? I have always
found life hard.
© Sara McNulty
**I was sitting in my “writing corner” of the living room, dogs asleep in a stream of sunlight. Prevalent sound was the ticking of the clock, and the sense of my thoughts whirling.
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Walter’s Boketto:
WHITE NOISE
The air is filled with static,
a bombardment of senses
meant to irritate; annoy.
There is no joy,
this moment must cease.
I must escape in my mind,
hoping to find inner peace.
No relief.
© Walter J Wojtanik
**WHITE NOISE was a restless night with the television on. I’m not sure if the TV kept me awake or if I hoped it would soothe. It did not.
…and the variation…
SOLACE IN SELF
I am imprisoned,
lost in this moment in time.
I am writing rhyme
hoping to vacate this shell
and become one with my words.
not a sound is heard
silence becomes an ally
setting the soul free
© Walter J Wojtanik
**SOLACE IN SELF was a bout of writer’s block that plagued. The silence of this night filled my head with words.
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POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
A strong moment presented here, Sara! You’re not alone at finding life hard from time to time. That ticking clock provides a perfect counterpoint; each click marking the passage of the moment. Well done.
wow! you two make this look easy! well done, and also helpful for us to get the feel of the form. thank-you!
Hello to all… beautiful beginning blossoms …lovely form… will be back to comment but wouldn’t miss the kick off!… even if I did not get myself centered correctly (in oh so many more ways than on the screen) Love to all and happy poeming and planting … 🙂
A boketto. Never heard of it but love it. Thanks for great examples. too.
It’s a newly devised form , Connie. Something which I’ve developed and have tested here. I’m glad I have gotten a positive response from all who have tried the form.
If anyone has an idea for a form and would like to try it out here in some future INFORM POET, send me an e-mail with the particulars and we’ll be happy to aid in that regard. AND to promote your obvious poetic genius!
Great job poets. I will finish mine and return tomorrow. So glad we have this place to share again. Happy gardening!!
Thanks, Walt. I like this form.
You’re welcome Sara! We seemed to have hit the mother lode. Glad we got your access figured out! When you post comments, put your name in the second box, and our poets will know which of us it is. As I’ve told the rest, “Welcome Home” and welcome aboard! Officially!
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
A semi swerves. Suddenly,
We’re face-to-face, in my lane.
A dozen scenarios
Run through my mind;
Weighing my options.
Though it seems like forever,
It’s a flash. And just like that,
It’s over.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
I wonder how to get my title with my poem, rather than beside my profile pic. Any thoughts?
Not sure if it’s just the theme page that’s giving us a hard time with the titles, Pard. If anything, I can embolden the font so it stands out a bit more. Scary moment, great use of the form, BTW.
Thanks, Pard! Don’t worry about it though. That would be time-consuming to do for all of us all the time. It’s no biggie. I’ll try putting an extra line space or two in front next time and see if that works. And WOW are you guys off to a great start here! Hugs!!
Wow! How terrifying!
this gets one attention and makes me want to make this moment count! So nice to ‘meet’ again:) and there is nowhere quite as lovely as a garden!
I reckon you have an angel on your shoulder…
Hi Marie! Those moments do seem to freeze, don’t they?
Indeed a moment when time seems to stand still. I think it must be true that a lifetime can pass before one’s eyes in the space of an eye’s blink. Nicely captured.
Thank you all so much for the feedback! Hugs!
Whew. Gripping, Marie. Thankful everybody came out of this okay.
Me too! It was a long time ago, but man do I ever remember it! 😀
So many thoughts in just a moment. Glad everyone is okay.
Wow. Intense–but just in passing.
Thanks much!
Great title and certainly gives that sense of “flash..And just like that, It’s over”
Scary time, but perfect use of this prompt.
Thanky ma’am. 🙂
Oh wow…it’s that fast. Scary.
Immediate recognition of this sudden grip of fear… just completed a road trip to SC. Well written Marie, a moment perfectly shared.
Thankful you are safe!
Sara and Walt: What a fabulous kick-off! I’m so excited that our little plot is springing back to life, with the two of you as the master gardeners. Feels like home! THANK YOU!!
Yeah…what Marie Elena said. Squared. 😀
I have to agree with the “home” aspect of this. Especially with Marie’s words back among our own. Welcome Home to all. Cubed!
MuuuuuuuWAH!
Thanks, green thumb!
Thank you so much for the beautiful examples. You both have inspired me to try to write in this form.
I glance through the French door’s glass
partially covered in dew
the sun streaks through and it paints
a calendar
page full of colors
which signify a new day
so many things I must do
I stay still
Love the word picture and sentiment, RJ! Oh, how I’ve missed your work …
Thanks! (Blush!)
gorgeous! love ‘a calendar page full of colors!’
Thanks so much! ❤
I love those sort of moments.
Hi RJ, great word painting.
Sometimes staying still yields the best perspective! Nicely done, Randi. Welcome “Home”!
Nice — I’ve been there. Your poem takes me back there.
Love the “calendar page full of colors” painted by sun…and the ignoring of it! 🙂
(And the double play in words of “I say still.” – I stay, still.)
A painting of hope! Lovely!
Love RJ… those French doors covered in dew… can see the colors.
It is wonderful to see you here, RJ.
RJ … what a lovely capture of a morning moment. I love the gripping refusal to let it go found in the last line.
Here and Now
We exist in Here and Now
As we gape, its moments shape
The bowers none return to
Made with hours
Of showers and sun
…no hand can hasten or halt
The perpetual flow of
Here and Now
All we ever have is Here and Now. How will we use it?
I think this is something I must ponder today. Both the idea of your poem – and the way you wrote it.
Love this … the sentiment, word choices and subtle rhymes. You are such a lovely soul…
The eternal question, eh? Lovely poem.
Hi Janet, I especially love your last three lines. So true.
Knowing your style, I think this form suites you well, Janet! You pose an excellent question. How WILL we use it? Welcome “Home”!
so good to be here among old friends, isn’t it?
It is as perfect as I’d imagined. There is calmness to this place. We’re not writing poetry. We’re sharing a cuppa over the backyard fence. The worded wonder is an extra perk! I’m happy you all came to walk amongst the blooms again.
Absolutely! 🙂
😀
Yes Walt.
Its like having perennials!
😀
The here and now — a perpetual flow, indeed…!
LOVE this. Especially:
“Made with hours
Of showers and sun”
I like: “no hand can hasten or halt.”(But, we still try.)
“the perpetual flow” beautiful. and so true.
Janet, I loved your poem. The insight in “The bowers none return to / Made with hours / Of showers and sun” is artful genius.
[…] BOKETTO FORM (created by Walter Wojtanik of Poetic Bloomings): […]
CHRISTINE’S LAMENT
In the dark, the floor is cold.
There is no one there to hear,
she is weak; she has fallen.
She is alone,
the floor is so cold.
Our greatest fear realized,
no more can she be alone.
Cries for help.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik
Oh my. The starkness, coldness, hardness, fear … all palpable here. Poor thing … I think I know who this is, and my prayers are with you and your family.
Certainly. I wrote about John and his struggles with Parkinson’s. Christine has Leukemia and is is rapid decline. She fell during the night heading to the bathroom and would lay on the floor for close to 8 hours, too weak to get up. Luckily ny niece showed up. Christine insisted on being allowed to live her life as she had, but that all changed overnight. She has constant care now. Thanks Marie.
I’m so sorry, Walt. You have written this pain and isolation, so beautifully.
An elderly person’s dread, that is.
every line is riveting. thank-you for filling in the story, Walt!
Hi Walt, Great poem, terrible moment.
Hi Connie! Glad you made it over. Welcome “Home”. Yeah, we are worried about her in a big way. Thank you!
I agree with Marie — your words and how you’ve wrangled them, convey a palpable starkness. Prayers for all.
I’m so sorry, Walt. My father recently had a fall backwards down the basement stairs. So scary.
So sorry to hear this, Walt. My mom fought for two years, with dementia, insisting on staying home. Did not work out well.
Sorry to hear as well, Sara. Christine’s mind isn’t as sharp as it once was. And at 81 and frail, the leukemia’s aggressive.
What a battle to fight, Walt. Crossing back over that independence threshold for a loved one is difficult. We put my Mom in assisted living over a year ago but your poem recalls so well the “cry for help” we all felt in our hearts. Well done.
Take the Shot
(Tanka / Haiku)
The subject in view
Unaware of my intent
I remain silent
Placing subject in focus
Aimed and ready, I shoot
I check the results
Quickly chimping the display
Perfect exposure
© Earl Parsons
**TAKE THE SHOT displays the best way to get candid photographs. People will be themselves if they don’t know there’s a camera pointing at them.
Excellent. Good lesson in that – don’t hesitate or the moment is lost.
I’ve learned to shoot what should be shot, and what may be a great memory one day. In other words, I’ve always got a camera with me capturing frozen moments in time.
And I always keep a little camera (and dog biscuits) in my pocket for that same reason.
Oh, that’s clever!
this is excellent, both perspective and word choice! love it.
Hi Earl, I especially love the last line.
There’s my buddy, Earl! And yes, candid is the best! Gives great results. Welcome back.
I loved the twist from thinking of “hunting” shots, to “camera” shots. Nicely done!
Exactly! Great play here, Earl. Keep getting those shots. 🙂
Love it! All of the best photos of me (the only ones I like really), are when I didn’t know they were being taken.
Earl, you framed this millisecond of opportunity so well with your words.
SAFE IN HIS PALM
Lost in the maelstrom of life,
a rag doll tossed in the wind,
I contemplate the meaning
behind indecisiveness,
that frozen time
the mind learns stillness.
In the silence I hear God’s
assurance that He loves me.
True peace comes.
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you had me with the first line! wonder-filled lines, each one. thank-you.
Hi Sal, So true. Sometimes it’s a battle to get to that place.
No doubt about this, Salvatore! Again, glad you’re back!
In the silence…yes. I wrote of the still small voice of God, as well. Loved this.
Always encouraging, pointing us to God in your poetry. Good to see you out here, paesano!
YES. Oh, that last stanza. YES. I feel this, deeply, too.
Beautiful!
Yes, that IS true peace.
Lovely, Sal. So good to see your name again.
Love your picture of this moment, this skill of getting still we must learn to hear Him.
Five Seconds
Sometimes I am mesmerized
Five seconds later I smile
Then I feel tears welling up
But not for long
Five seconds is all
Emotional connection
Then reality slaps me
Screen saver must close
© Earl Parsons
Oh, wow….nicely captured. I can relate to this. I just wish the screen saver playing on the backs of my eyelids would close when I will it to.
Good one, Earl!
I like the metaphor of this.
I’m reading this a couple of different ways. I like all of them!
“Screen saver must close” That’s a great picture.
beneath my palm your chest warm
your heart drums beating one two three
ice in August room sun pounding
three two one – none
even birds silent
iced in August room sun pounding
ash into this frozen room
my breath stops
Hi Pearl, Wow, “Iced in August room sun pounding.”
Never forget to breathe, Pearl. Wisdom from a past life. But you nailed the Boketto. Welcome aboard!
“my breath stops” — indeed…when time stand stills
Lovely! And welcome to Poetic Bloomings … always the encouragers here. Looks like nobody has missed a beat in that regard, and you’ll fit right in.
Love this word bump, Pearl:
“ice in August room sun pounding”
An August ice. So many stories in this short poem. 🙂
Aww thank you guys – such delightful feedback… I must say at this very first foray that I do wonder if I am going to be able to resist commenting on each and every – given the warm and loving nature of this group – it seems already difficult to skip anyone’s offering. I’ll mull this over and perhaps – simply make an appearance when I might be able to offer something of use to fertilize this lovely garden. Happy poeming and delightful blooming ….
Your words in this poem are breath stopping.
Pearl, I loved this, the sense of deceleration as the temperature and the tempo slowed. A perfect use of this form.
Note: I had to make the title longer than necessary so you understood that I was staring into a cup of coffee whilst watching the circus tent being erected in the village.
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Drinking Coffee as the Big Tent Goes Up
I’m in vertigo — falling,
Meditating on bubbles,
A swallow of embossed night.
Foam, right across
An expanse, pretty
As silk cheer and wakefulness.
Calliopes and coffee,
Hold that thought.
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‘A swallow of embossed night.!!! oh, my..every line of this is word-luxury!
Now that’s a very pretty comment, Janet! Thanks.
Pretty comment, indeed … and she speaks the truth as only she can. So I’ll just add my Hear Hear right here! 🙂
Hi Misky, “Calliopes and coffee” Great!
I once wrote a poem where the title was longer than the verse, Marilyn. So I’m not going to question anything you pose. It is all good. Welcome “Home”.
Thank you, Walt, and it’s good to be back.
I, too, enjoyed the “calliopes and coffee” line!! 🙂
“Calliopes and coffee,
Hold that thought.”
YES. So much love for this.
I’m sure you know this already, but Calliope is the goddess of poetry. ❤
No, I didn’t know that! How wonderful is that!
Classic Misk. A dance of words.
Thanks! So very happy that you’re here.
I am holding the thought, and having coffee with you. Glad you are here.
Glad to be back.
Misky, another lovely recognizable moment. Now we need Starbucks to come up with a soft musical-toned brew someone has named “Silk Cheer.”
Good idea. 🙂
The Velvet Touch
Two roses in a glass vase,
dressed in white, jeweled thorns entwined,
eye to eye—vision of the
forgiveness cup.
The balm of heaven.
I brush their velvet touch of
mercy with a sigh—
If only I. If only . . .
gorgeous, both imagery and sentiment!
Hi J. Lynn, “Dressed in white, jeweled thorns entwine” Love it.
Very nicely posed, Janice. If we all only…
Welcome “Home”.
Thanks, Walt. It feels like home.
“…velvet touch of mercy…” — Nice!
Splendid, and so heartfelt.
Oh my sweet friend … the beauty, imagery, poignancy of this … WOW …
Goodness. So beautiful. Especially THIS:
“I brush their velvet touch of
mercy with a sigh”
Thanks for all your kind words, everyone.
Beautiful word picture.
“Velvet touch of mercy” how we all need that.
Janice, I agree with Janet, and felt the sentiment bloom as your lines unfolded the writer’s mood.
Morning Moment
Deejays discuss poor children.
Hubby’s voice booms out the time.
Feed man bites as he walks by.
Lady jokes, laughs.
Toy says, “Wow, cool, wow!”
Thoughts will bubble to the top
when trio goes out the door.
Wow, cool, wow!
i was nodding, smiling as I read this..been here, lived this:)
I liked this — it’s been a long time since I had a morning moment like that…as one of the trio going out the door, actually. But…I can imagine my mom was waiting for thoughts to bubble to the top just as you described!
Awww! This is just darling!
ha! Love this busy last moment before the house goes empty and peaceful. Great!
What a wow, cool, wow, picture poem!
Hahahaha. So great.
Connie, your poem testifies that collaborative chaos is a moment in its own right. Great work.
Sara and Walt, Thanks for getting this going again. Sara, love the line, “My mind is a roulette wheel.” Walt, love the line, “Silence becomes an ally.”
agreed! thank-you both.
You’re welcome, Connie and thank you! Morning moments are best as is your poem of the same name!
Same Janet. You’re welcome and thank you!
Thanks, Connie. Glad to see you here, and I am thrilled to be a part of our garden.
ZONING DISORDER
A patchwork quilt of boarded
windows and broken spirits
floats in shards of bloodied glass.
A city cries
from wounds that won’t heal.
The news reports progress
but a varnished lie cannot
conceal pain.
© Susan Schoeffield
A year after the Baltimore riots, our city struggles to move forward but beneath the mask we wear, we remain disfigured.
I wish “Charm City” held more promise for you. A powerful Boketto. But there is heart under that mask. It still beats. Welcome “Home”, Susan.
That closing stanza — wow!
“A varnished lie cannot conceal pain” … WOW. Quotable wisdom. Excellent, Susan!
Susan, my brother (Army) and sis-in-love and their kids live in the area, so part of my heart lives there. You have expressed it so beautifully.
Varnished lies, indeed. I wish you peace and many more seeds to plant.
Susan, this says so much about the disturbed waters that ‘float’ our brokenness. Wow, some deeply revealing lines.
Hi Susan, great poem but I like the line in your comment best. “beneath the mask we wear, we remain disfigured”
Susan, So powerful! Connie, that’s the line that caught my breath, too.
[…] Shared at Poetic Bloomings – INFORM POETS: Boketto […]
Here is the link to my blog, with photo… https://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com/2016/05/11/grand-reflections/
GRAND REFLECTIONS
Standing at canyon’s edge, I
realize how very small
I really am. My presence
in this world is
inconsequential.
Yet, the still small voice of God
speaks to me; I know the depth
of my worth.
You’re faster than I can type today. Left a message in “silence”. Love the photo. Your words describe your magnificence despite the canyon! No small feat! Welcome “Home”, Paula!
Yep, great moment.
Oh, this tweaked at my heart, and to think you’d ever question your worth. You’re worth a million!
Oh, Paula … misty eyes over here … what wonderful words. You and Earl are on the same page. Love it!
YES. Gorgeous. Love His still small voice, love YOU.
Love the comparison between the depth of the canyon and the depth of your worth in God.
Thank you for catching that — and the feedback. 🙂
You have a great presence in our world.
Paula, such a relieving sigh at the end. Especially after Susan’s much-needed honest look at ourselves above, to be able to gaze into the depth of hope we have.
Dearest ones: I just have to say that I’m all misty-eyed over here. Seeing your faces, reading your hearts once again, and enjoying this little fellowship of poets has lifted my spirits today. Thank you all!
Like I always said: “…then we’ve done our job!”
We do have a cool place here, with many warm hearts.
[…] Our beloved Poetic Bloomings has relaunched, with a fun form called the Boketto. Come […]
Helloooooo! Happy to be here!
Okay to leave a link? (Mine’s got a photo.) 😉
Always okay when a photo’s involved. Welcome back (you’re “home” everywhere you go).
Arf, arf! And a heartfelt howl! Fuzzy pause. Snicker, snicker!
Awww…. ❤
Well, that’s a poem bundle of alliteration and love!
Well worth the visit for a cute pup!
[…] Poetic Bloomings – INFORM POETS – BOKETTO […]
Sara and Walt, I loved your poems. Thanks for the great kickoff! So happy to see everybody! ❤
[…] Poetic Bloomings – INFORM POETS – BOKETTO I chose to do the variation tanka and haiku paired together. Boketto is a Japanese word akin to […]
I wrote two today. Thank you, both for your examples, Walt and Sara and for the post…I enjoyed this form and opted to do the variant.
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2016/05/11/morning-gaze/
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2016/05/11/home-again/
:)’s
Just a little note…I hope no one minds but I prefer to post only on my blog right now…if you visit I will visit you as well.
I enjoy the back and forth here but I don’t enjoy the long threads and scrolling through comments.
On that note…I wonder if we’d be interested in introducing Mr. Linky as a new feature for this site. I think it makes the reading/interactions easier and I think it gives people an opportunity to visit one another’s blogs.
I remember we had this conversation before but I think it’s worth thinking/voting on.
Thank you! 🙂
Also, I apologize if this should have been addressed via email…this just occurred to me as I would not want to create a buzz around this conversation rather than the prompt at-hand.
So never-mind about responding to my note… 😉 I wanted it to be in the open to think on but the note is more for the hosts to discuss first I suppose…if that makes sense. Sigh…again…sorry, not trying to muck up the works.
Hannah, love your pieces on your site (which I haven’t visited in a while.) In Morning Gaze, the style of using the hyphenated basis for adjectives that seem to incorporate the stanzas in a little “word-boketto”.
Thank you, Damon!
Yeah, nice going Hannah! 😉
I was never a big fan of Linky. If I’m going to put effort into putting this site together, I need to see the results at a glance. I realize some folks are reticent to post on another blog, so posting a link to your site/page is acceptable. That was the reason I added the DAISY CHAIN with direct links to all of our contributor’s blogs. We’re adults here and I think there is a courtesy between us, understanding visiting each other’s blog is a good thing to do. But it is not a per-requisite to posting here as it is at other blogs. I’ve had administrators get nasty if I failed to hit every poet’s page. Again, I would think that is a no-brainer. But the decision to visit is to each other’s good conscience.
Another request was to host this as a closed group. We’ve never been and will remain open. If you are in any way nervous about that fact, I apologize. But this is how Marie and I had envisioned POETIC BLOOMINGS: open to poets of all ages and skill levels. I think that is a part of our charm, the easy nature and close camaraderie here at POETIC BLOOMINGS.
But I will keep an open mind and if I feel it will be of a better benefit here, I’ll reconsider.
Oh my goodness no apology needed, Sweet Hannah! We all have our various preferences, desires, and constraints. ❤
And Walt, "Another request was to host this as a closed group. We’ve never been and will remain open. If you are in any way nervous about that fact, I apologize. But this is how Marie and I had envisioned POETIC BLOOMINGS: open to poets of all ages and skill levels. I think that is a part of our charm, the easy nature and close camaraderie here at POETIC BLOOMINGS."
I agree 1000% ! 😀
I had had a few questions from poets about the “open” or “closed” nature of the group. The concern is that when poems are posted in a so-called open group they cannot be published anywhere else – whereas if they are posted in a “so-called” closed group they may (to the best of my understanding of these publication rules). The important point is that a closed group (although admittedly it would be lovely to have another name rather than closed which sounds forbidding)…. a ‘closed’ group can simply admit anyone who wants to join and post – so in that respect it is really not closed except in name only. Just wanted to clarify – not lobby – just clarify… that closed does not in any way preclude the open-easy-friendly feeling that is part of this garden. Think of it perhaps as a hedge that protects the poems within – rather than a locked gate that keeps the poets out. Okie dokie – that’s my explanation.
Good day to all 😊 Just in case there was any confusion in my post yesterday … It is clear that the lovely easy – breezy no pressure garden here is beautifully planting, watering and enjoying the blossoms together. This is a very special, fragrant and non-pressured place for poet people to stop for a while and inhale the roses in all ways. There are many other places where publication and other outside pressures need to be discussed and considered … Walt and Marie envisioned, now joined by Sara … a poetic/creative blooming which so very msny missed and which desires nor needs remodeling. Happy planting, and poeming and interacting in the most pleasant non-pressured of ways … with all love and positive energy flowing….. 🌸🌺🌷🌼🌹🌻🌿🌾🍀🌸🌷
Just saw your follow-up comment…we must have been typing at the same time.
Yes…remaining open means we remain the easy-breezy non-pressured place you’ve come to know through this first prompt. 🙂
It’s a great place to bloom! Honestly…if it would’ve been a closed group when i came to it, I’d have been too intimidated to post.
Hahaha! Yes, me too. Sorry I missed your followup comment as well, before I posted my response. It’s all good. It’s all good. 🙂
should have read neither DESIRES NOR NEEDS REMODELING!!!!
I guess my feeling is that if someone is planning to submit or publish, they’ll reserve that particular piece & not post it here. I’ve always felt that this garden is a place to practice & grow out craft/skill…not a place for finished/polished pieces. Same as P.A.
My preference is to remain “open”.
Thank you for giving us the “complete picture,” Pearl. Much, much appreciated.
However, I agree with Paula and Walt wholeheartedly on this. It’s what we at Poetic Bloomings are all about. And honestly, I don’t want anyone to even have to knock at the garden get to get entrance. I want them to be able to come across it in their travels and come on in. 😉
😊my garden gate is always open.
I absolutely feel that open field wild-flower feeling … Enjoy ❤ ❤ …
As it should be. 🙂 ❤
Okay…thank you, for your thoughts on this, too…all understandable.
In my opinion, the Linky is a time saver…at a glance one can see what’s been posted and by whom and one can easily catch up on reading without too much scrolling…it’s a bit busy on the eyes, for me.
Thank you, both for hearing me and for your thoughts as well.
:)’s
[…] prompt from Poetic Bloomings. It is a Boketto. A Boketto consists of two stanzas, One of five lines (30 syllables – […]
WEEDS
Blank mind–no epiphany
of words to jumpstart my next
chapter. Blankly I stare at
weeds invading
my garden. Strangling
the beauty, the vibrancy
of color and fragrance. Weeds
in my mind.
WEEDS was a morning spent trying to work on the next chapter of a novel I’m writing. I looked out my window and just stared at the weeds.
I’m a weed-gazer too. Hope your chapter is blooming!
You’ll break free if you wield words like that Connie! Even a “WEED” in this garden is a great poem! Novel on!
Love this, Connie. I am an avid starer, myself. 😉
Just came in and showered after cutting the grass and weeding, and now I get to enjoy your poem. Excellent, Connie. 🙂
Thanks for all your encouraging words.
Ohhhh….”no epiphany of words”…..such a familiar feeling!
Love this. My weeds are chuckling at me as I sit here. This
Thanks.
Great poem, I especially like “weeds in my mind.”
A promise of clarity
from faded family shots
and curled, yellowed documents
keeps me searching
through generations.
All the discoveries made
keeps me searching; hoping for
nobler kin.
I search high and low for long lost connections myself. I appreciate this piece. I’m not really looking for any grand and “nobler kin” though. I just want to connect the dots and see what I am eventually about. Nicely done, Judy!
Walt, Just want to clarify the ” nobler kin” part of my poem. Looking through my paternal geneology first and it’s depressing to learn about the trouble and mayhem brought about by my ancestors. I gave part over to a professional genealogist with the assignment to please find something good and decent (nobler) about my ancestry. So far… Silence. 🤔 LOL
Oh my! 😀 Well, obviously your clan improved with time, Judy. Great poem, and wonderful seeing you here!
Yay!! So good to see you here. ❤ 🙂
Careful, Judy, they might not be to your liking. So glad to see you here.
Wonderful to see you here and be hobnobbing again with my favorite people; poets.
They sure aren’t! Some are downright scary! I keep searching for that nobler kin though. 😉
“hoping for nobler kin.” hmmmmmmmm. thought-provoking.
Cool!
Loved this Judy. Makes me wonder how I define ” clarity” in my search for identity through my ancestry… 🙂
I love seeing the Poetic Bloomings back! I’m excited, too, that I wrote something…anything, after a longggg dry spell. Thank you all!
Thank you for being excited and writing “something” (and a fine something it is!) As I’ve been telling everyone, welcome “home”, Judy. Even if you write a little, you’ll write a lot and be celebrated for it here!
This is an outstanding response for a POETIC BLOOMINGS Prompt/Form. Our previous best for comments was 175 in 2014. That kind of response in a single day is unfathomable. (And we’re still four days to the Sunday prompt!) Give yourself a cheer!
CHEER! 🙂
WAVE GOODBYE
There along the shore, I stand
waiting for the tide to wash
all my troubles far away.
Here I will stay
until the day ends.
For this moment, God and I
trade quips while the waves grip me.
Swept under.
© Walter J. Wojtanik
“quips” and “grip” and then “swept under.” I get it. A beautiful place to be.
It truly is, Connie. Thanks for the comment.
Oh wow. Love this one! You and God trading quips. I can totally see that, and it makes me smile. Keep it up. It’s good for the soul (and for washing away those troubles).
Yeah…I can imagine his was a real moment for you Walt. Love your bare heart with words.
The Smile
She’s so very beautiful
She looks many years younger
Is that a smile on her face?
I think it is
She’s smiling at us
And we’re smiling through the tears
As we pass to say good-bye
One last time
© Earl Parsons
Nice one, Earl. Welcome back!
Aww! Such a mixture of emotion in this one. Nicely penned, Earl!
Nice Earl, a moment we all know (1st stanza) and a thought we all hope for (2nd).
HOLDING HOPE
Christine stares out the window.
The same view her husband had
as he waited for death’s call.
She is searching
with all her being,
looking for a better way.
Here to see another day,
holding hope.
© Walter J. Wojtanik
Ok, Walt. Enough with the death bokettos, if you know what I mean. By the way, well written tribute.
Trying to purge it out of my system. Maybe I should take those to Poetic Asides!
😉
You write what’s in your heart and soul. Hugs across the lake, and prayers for strength for all of you … especially for comfort and no fear for Christine as she watches and waits.
Oops. Got a suggestion for you guys. If you are logged in as an administrator, you show up as “Poetic Bloomings” in your comments, complete with the yellow calla lily. It’s confusing, because we don’t know who is responding (Walt? Sara? Perhaps Paula? Or Pearl?) It would be helpful for you to type your name in. Now, Walt for some reason shows up as Walt. But I noticed above that there are comments I assumed were Walt, but are apparently Sara. 😉
It will be either Sara or me under the PB banner. Sara just got her connection working and I had made that suggestion to her about putting her name on the second line in the comment profile. That’s how my name appears with the lily. Odds are for the most part, if it just says POETIC BLOOMINGS, is would have been Sara.
…and I went back and edited Sara’s name to her comments to clear the confusion!
Thanks Pard!
Sorry for the very very late post, but determined to join in at leaston the Inform prompts.
A boketto probably inspired by staring at political nonsense as much as staring at the sea…
waves crash in roaring protests
as if angry at the shore
as if the great Atlantic basin
was restraining
their collective will
their foamy pleas rise and recede
incited by an unseen and
laughing Moon
Oh, anything that brings the moon in — LOVE it. And I’m going to steal the “laughing moon” to catch up on Sunday’s prompt that I missed. I like writing in the shadorma form, so I went hunting through Bokettos to find a suitable line to snag! 🙂 Thanks, Damon!
Looking forward to that shadorma, P
Looking forward to that shadorma!
Damon — my shadorma is posted at prompt 183! 🙂 Thanks again!!
[…] ** First line is taken from Damon Dean’s Boketto, posted for Poetic Bloomings here: Boketto. […]