POETIC BLOOMINGS

POETIC BLOOMINGS, a site established in May 2011 and which reunites Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.

INFORM POET – 7/5 TROCHEE

The 7/5 Trochee was created by Andrea Dietrich, and it consists of 2 or more quatrain stanzas with the following set rules:

Syllable pattern: 7/5/7/5
Rhyme Scheme: a/b/c/b  or  a/b/a/b
Meter:  Trochee

“Trochee” means alternating stressed and unstressed beats in each line.  In the 7/5 Trochee, each line begins and ends with a stressed syllable. So each quatrain (4-line stanza) sounds like this:

DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
DUM da DUM da DUM
DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
DUM da DUM da DUM

This is a simple lyrical little poem, so rhymes will be basic —  nothing fancy. The poem itself should give a description of something of interest to the poet. There is not a set number of quatrains, but a typical 7/5 Trochee would consist of two quatrains, with the second serving to tie up the idea presented in the first stanza.

WALT’S TROCHEE:

REPAIRING FROM THE DAY

Christmas Day had come so quick,
sure it had to come.
Now the snow grows nice and thick,
it’s a pain for some.

I’ve retired from my big ride,
I have earned my rest,
from the missus I must hide,
as you might have guessed!

Reindeer sound asleep on hay,
workshop neatly cleaned,
ready for next Christmas Day,
it’s a restful scene.

Every day should be the same,
as all Christmases,
sure as Santa is my name,
that’s how Christmas is!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

THE POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM #24

This next segment of the Reading Room will feature past poems (selected randomly) from our contributing poets at Poetic Bloomings and all of its subsidiary sites. In true garden style, we had started with a seed to spur our growth as poets. Back in May of 2011 Marie Elena and I embarked on this journey to provide a place for poets to propagate their poems. We’ve come far in nearly eight years of service. In that span, we had ventured into different re-incarnations of this site, going from POETIC BLOOMINGS, to CREATIVE BLOOMING. From PHOENIX RISING POETRY GUILD to POEMS OF GARDEN GNOMES. But Marie and I have proven, you can go home again. We had come to agree that it was time to kick start the original site in (most of) its glory.

So for this piece to ponder in the Reading Room, I offer Marie Elena’s first attempt for our very first Sunday prompt at POETIC BLOOMINGS – “It Starts With a Seed – Prompt #1”. Her poem is entitled: OF DANDELIONS AND MANICURES

OF DANDELIONS AND MANICURES, by Marie Elena

One edges, tidies, snips, and trims,
Who knows nothing of dreams and whims.

One scatters dandelion seeds,
Who understands a daydream’s needs.

 

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Again, I ask all contributors to confirm our permission to re-post your poem. A simple “yes” or “no” response in the comments here will suffice. As always, you retain all rights to your works. We only serve to help promote it. A link to your current blog/website would also be appreciated. Thanks, Walt.

 

PROMPT #230 – MOTIVATION – WHAT GETS YOU (KEEPS YOU) ON TRACK?

We talk of muse. As poets, it can be our best friend. Muse is a kind of motivation. It gets us writing. So let’s get motivated. For the next thirteen Sunday prompts we’ll be inspired by various nudges of motivation. It can be the featured concept, or you may be inspired by the accompanying quote about the subject. Or come up with a quote of your own and expound on that motivation.

As long as we’re on the subject, what motivates you? Write a poem about what moves you to write. Then we’ll delve into the different concepts of motivation.

WHAT MOVES MARIE:

THEN AND NOW

“So you write your novels, if that’s what you do,
Or scholarly texts, or cerebral world view,
While I write my lighthearted, fun-to-write rhyme,
Then do it again for the ten millionth time.”  ~ Marie Elena Good, 2009

Now sometimes I write some political stuff –
Some downers and bummers, and, oddly enough,
It isn’t dependent on what’s in the news,
Nor spotting and schmoozing with some obscure muse.

What moved me back then and still moves me today
Is the awe of my God – and to this end I pray:
That whatever I write, be it witty or grim,
It will honor my God, and point others to Him.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

 

WALT’S WORDS MOVE:

WORDS FOR ALL

I share my words.
They have become my passion.
I would fashion my thoughts into poems.
But I would never show them to anyone.
No one would ever know my heart
and I would start to doubt the power
that lived in my linguistic pursuits.
I felt smothered under the weight
of their gravity. I felt this need
to dispatch my words into the cosmos.
I would feed my poetic beast,
a feast of the rhymes I would prepare.
And it is there I get my fire.
I have this desire to share my words,
no longer one of my fears,
it brings me to joyful tears.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

INFORM POET – SHADORMA

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.

WALT’S SHADORMA:

IN LOVE THERE IS STRENGTH

He stood tall
beside one so true.
It was him.
It was you.
He carried your torch longer.
It made him stronger.

THE POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM #23

We close out this segment of the Poetic Bloomings Reading Room with a poem by Emily Dickinson. Listed at # 12 is “If Those I Loved Were Lost”.

The next segment of the Reading Room will feature past poems (selected randomly) from our contributing poets at Poetic Bloomings and all of its subsidiary sites. I ask all contributors to confirm our permission to re-post your poem. A simple “yes” or “no” response in the comments here will suffice. As always, you retain all rights to your works. We only serve to help promote it. A link to your current blog/website would also be appreciated. Thanks, Walt.

Emily Dickinson

IF THOSE I LOVED WERE LOST,   by Emily Dickinson

If those I loved were lost
The Crier’s voice would tell me —
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring —

Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip — when bewildered
Bore his riddle in!

PROMPT #229 – IN THE MOOD (NOT YOURSELF)

Sometimes we’re full of fire. And every once in a while, we’re just not in the mood for something. (Or we are!) Things don’t seem right. (Or they do!)You don’t feel like yourself. (Or you’ve never felt better) Go on that track and write your mood or your anti-mood poem. Things will get better. (Maybe) But for now use this space to release your angst. Get in the mood.

MARIE’S MOOD:

IN NO MOOD

When the weather’s nice and sunny
but your nose is kind of runny
and you’re feeling rather funny
that’s a bummer.
Then your honey calls a plumber
for your runny nose in summer
but you’re simply in no mood
and so you sit there and you brood
and then you get into a tiff.
*sniff*

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

WALT’S MOOD:

MOOD INDIGO

Am I blue?
It may be true.
In my view
I eschew what I choose,
a coup on my resolve.
I could solve new problems
(I’m well over due)
But, there are few
who do that voodoo
that you do.
When I’m down, my hue
is something I rue.
It may be true.
I might be blue.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

 

INFORM POET – DODOITSU

The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables made of four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical.

WALT’S DODOITSU:

KILLING ME SOFTLY

The horizon looks more bleak,
for my search has finally ceased.
My love will die with your heart,
killing me softly.

THE POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM – POEM #22

To stay on track, here is the poem for the Poetic Bloomings Reading Room #22. Another repeat for a repeat poet. At #82 comes Maya Angelou’s “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS,   by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

CHECK THIS OUT, GUYS!

Hi all!

Tim Green of Rattle Poetry is choosing poems at random for live, online critiquing.  I happened to hit the jackpot.  He critiqued two of my poems.  Both are sonnets:  one serious, and one just wordplay fun.

Here is the link (I hope) to the video of the critique, which was live last night.  The video will only be up for one week, so if you are interested in checking it out, better do so quickly.

I’ve checked out every one he has done so far, and am learning a great deal from them.

Link to video:  Click here to view online critique of Marie’s poems

Marie Elena

PROMPT #228 – TOASTED

We come upon the end of another year. The celebratory nature of New Years Eve (Hogmanay, thanks to Poet McIllwain; the last day of the year in Scotland) has us reveling in the festivities. We reminisce the past twelve months, our achievements, our additions and our losses. And the promise of the next new thing. We all hope to survive the next round on the calendar.

And we toast the day (be it champagne, or sparkling grape juice). We may set specific resolutions, but truly just wish to be better people than we had been. (Although one can attest when you’re Good, you’re good!)

So today write a “toast” poem. Put your heart into it (as always) and make it words we can all take to heart.

Happy New Year to you all, and here’s to 2019!

MARIE’S TOAST:

You are who I toast.
Not to butter you up, but
just to spread the joy.  😉

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

(And speaking of buttering up, thanks Walt!  😀 )

WALT’S TOAST:

RAISE YOUR GLASS

Raise your glass
and toast this day.
Hale and hearty
may you stay.

Wishes for a happy year,
full of love
and joy
and cheer.

May your pockets
hold great treasure,
may your goodness
match its measure.

And I wish your dreams
will all come true,
I share my love,
here’s to you!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2018

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