POETIC BLOOMINGS

Established in May 2011 by Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik, to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.

INFORM POET – BOB AND WHEEL

A short while back, Robert Lee Brewer introduced us to this simple but interestingly named form, Bob and Wheel. I thought we might explore it a bit deeper.

Here are the guidelines:

  • Quintain (or five-line) stanza or poem
  • Rhyme scheme of ababa
  • First line of two to three syllables
  • Lines two through five have six syllables per line

WALT’S EXAMPLE:

MOSTLY RAINFALL

Rainfall.
We’re in between seasons,
between Winter and Fall,
or rainfall and freezin’
and that covers it all.

Downpours
in excessive amounts.
Glad that it stays outdoors,
I guess that’s all that counts
or I’ll be mopping floors.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

 

PROMPT #308 – WHERE HAVE YOU GONE, LON CHANEY?

MOVIE MONSTERS

We’re creeping (great word for the time) toward All Hallow’s Eve and the marathon of spooky monster movies on television. Names like Karloff, Legosi, Cushing, Lee have created so many memorable scary bad guys for the silver screen. They called Chaney “The Man of a Thousand Faces” (from the movie of the same name – portrayed by James Cagney).

Think of a character from this genre of film history and use it as the title, inspiration, subject of your poetry. Or write a parody of said character. Give the monster a more “human” quality or traits and see where your fear may take you. If we can face up to/laugh at them, they can’t remain to torment us. Are you afraid of the Boogie Man? Were you ever? Make that your “monster” and write it!

MARIE’S MONSTER:

BLOB

The Blob was unearthed
in the year of my birth.
It debuted the iconic McQueen.

Still, I’ve not seen a scene
on the cinema’s screen.
(I’ve an awkwardly fragile fright gene.)

But the theme song is neat –
it is hip and upbeat.
For a ‘horror’ble soundtrack, a feat!

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

WALT’S WEIRDNESS:

BEARING PITCHFORKS AND TORCHES

Hands clenched,
fists of rage staged for effect.
A check of emotions shows the flow of vile venom,
dirt stained denim and a shirt torn and dirty.
A forehead stitched and receding, pleading
to remain, to cover a brain so twisted,
this two-fisted bastard. Hard times
were never as bad as the evil that lurks
in an ill-used heart. Torn apart at the seams,
dreams shattered and a battered companion
paying the price for a slice of security.
Every impurity imagined drained like
a lifeless corpse. Death would be welcomed
for this regenerated degenerate.
A scowl run afoul of a face unfamiliar,
smiles have vacated it for quite a while.
Neither sinew nor gray matter  flatter this man.
A case that humanity has rejected.
Save the women and children.
The monster’s arrival is sadly expected.

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – MOTHER(-IN-LAW)’S COOKING

MIL

WRITE A LIST POEM:

“9 REASONS TO EAT YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW’S COOKING.”

INFORM POET – RONDEL SUPREME

Today we approach another French poetic form, the Rondel Supreme. This form has the following guidelines:

  • 14-line poem broken into three stanzas.
  • Stanzas one and two have four lines and the last stanza has six lines.
  • Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaAB
  • The (capital letters) refrains repeat as the last lines in the last two stanza.
  • No restrictions on syllables or subjects.

WALT’S EFFORT:

YOU  WILL KNOW

When the cold winds blow, it's sure you will know
that Christmas is well on its way.
The Elfin folks will come out to play
when they're knee deep in snow.

We're getting ready for "the show",
on this snow filled winter's day.
When the cold winds blow, it's sure you will know
that Christmas is well on its way.

Even when the skies are gray
we're happy when the North Winds blow,
for that's the way the reindeer go
with this Santa Claus snug in the sleigh!
When the cold winds blow, it's sure you will know
that Christmas is well on its way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PROMPT #307 – AN ANTI-AUTUMN STATE OF MIND

The season changes to something autumnal and thoughts turn to its colorful palette and cozy temperatures and ya-da, ya-da…

Admittedly, Autumn is my favorite season (and mostly for those reasons). But I figure we will change the dynamic here. Think outside the re-usable grocery bag (we ran out of boxes) and write an anti-Autumn poem. Disrespect the colors, demean the smells. Put Halloween in its place.

Do not go gentle into that lousy Autumn. Write it!

MARIE’S POEM:

OCTOBER’S SLICK TRICK

Love autumn with all of my all,
‘cept the end of October’s curveball:
Don’t mean to be mean,
but don’t like Halloween!
(Please don’t spook me or trick me, y’all.) 😉

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

WALT’S RETREAT:

AUTUMN NULL, Walter J Wojtanik

The clouds are thick and threatening,
the air is crisp and cool,
the rain has fallen three straight days,
the kids should be back to school.
The nights are in the thirties,
the mornings full of fog,
I wish it were still Summer
this weather’s for the dogs.

oops! still figuring this new editor out at WordPress. Left my piece on my work computer and never put it through. Thanks for stirring the soup until I could put something together, Marie!

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – FIRESTARTER

FIRE

CREATE A POEM INSPIRED BY THIS LINE IN A MARGARET ATWOOD POEM:

“WE ARE LEARNING TO MAKE FIRE”

INFORM POET – ENDECHA

The endecha is a 16th-century Spanish poetic form with the following guidelines:

  • Quatrain (or four-line) poem (or stanzas).
  • Rhyme scheme: abcb
  • Seven syllables per line for lines one, two, and three.
  • Line four has 11 syllables.

WALT’S ATTEMPT:

WAR OF WORDS, by Walter J Wojtanik

I have this strange obsession
that some folks don’t understand.
But it makes sense in my mind,
so I have chosen to keep it close at hand.

A fine poetic nature
is truly my affliction.
Said to have a way with words,
certainly to be used at my discretion.

I am comfortable with rhyme,
and use it as it’s needed.
My best weapons are my words,
with them I know that I won’t be defeated.

PROMPT #306 – WHAT’S MY LINE?

Through our lives we’ve sustained ourselves, working hard to achieve what we set out to do. We’ve probably had a few jobs in our adult lives to work towards that goal. Without the help of Dorothy Kilgallen or Bennett Cerf, write a poem about one of those jobs during that time in your life. Retired is not a job in this exercise. Tell us a bit more about you and maybe some hidden skill. What’s your line?

MARIE’S POSITION:

(COUGH COUGH)

My first job, at The Niles Bank,
I worked between two men who smoked.
The office held a haze that stank.
I wanted to speak up, but choked.

😉

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

WALT’S SITUATION:

CLEANING UP HAPPILY (EVER AFTER)

Start at the bottom, you can’t go any lower, the only way out is up! Character building? Well, maybe but it was a just job, dirty as it was, my first foray to a steady payday. I haven’t sloughed a day since I started that grind. Back in the day you could find me on the right end of a broom or bowl brush, good to the last flush. I worked McMaintenance at the first chance to make some cash. I would eventually show some manner of ability to actually run the whole facility as the unit manager. It offered some perks (although I still had to deal with jerks on weekends). It depends on what could be deemed bettering my life. It was where I met my wife. All that and change back from your dollar. I’m loving it!

every beginning
ends only to start again.
fresh start for the heart.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – METAPHOR YOU

CHEST

WRITE IN YOUR POEM (ANY FORM) BASED ON THIS METAPHOR:

“A CHEST OF CHILDHOOD”

INFORM POET – TROLAAN

Trolaan is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains.

Each line of the quatrain begins with the same letter.  The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second, with each line beginning with that letter.

The third stanza will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza. Write the third, with each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth, with each line beginning with that letter.

WALT’S EXAMPLE:

AS EVENING WANES

As evening wanes and morning
appears over the hill,
another day, with the sun adorning
all that lies quiet and still.
 
Soon, the shadows cast will
seem elongated and pronounced,
surrounded by the sounds that fill,
serenity has been announced.
 
Over in the quietest of places,
obviously, one who seeks will find,
of all their heart encases,
original thought is within their mind.
 
Very soon the morning fades,
vacillating between now and noon,
valiantly the hours parade,
visions of nightfall coming soon.
 

© 2020 – Walter J Wojtanik

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