POETIC BLOOMINGS is a Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild site established in May 2011 to nurture and inspire the creative spirit.


This will be a bit of a different “form” presented this week. You choose a form with which you are very familiar, or challenge yourself with one you’ve been meaning to try. For the sake of this exercise, free verse will not be considered a “form”. Specify your chosen form and write your poem based on the theme of “LUCK”. Good luck, bad luck, it matters not. Just get lucky and get writing!



You need to play your cards right,
by playing the ones that are dealt you
and with some luck you just might.
You need to play your cards right,
just don’t keep playing through the night,
but bring your horseshoe and rabbit’s foot too,
You need to play your cards right,
by playing the ones that are dealt you

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

FORM: Triolet



They called him Lucky Luciano,
birth name was Charlie. He excelled
at gambling, penchant for crime.
Sentenced, then deported.
Heart attack felled him
en route to States.
Charlie’s luck
had run

FORM: Nonet

Sara McNulty


Changes are again afoot! Autumn is rapidly approaching and whether you like change or do not like change, it is inevitable. We cannot slow the march of time! And we have encountered some changes that are good and some that haven’t turned out so well. Write about change. Something changes, one thing becomes another, spare change in your pocket or change of attitude. Would you like to change something about yourself, or someone else? Give your changes a voice. Write about it before you change your mind!




Capricious caterpillar inches along
until, one day, he stops eating.
Upside down from a twig, he spins
a silky cocoon. Concealed within
the chrysalis–like a changing tent
on the beach–body parts transform.
Unlike your standard rabbit pulled
from a magician’s hat, caterpillar
vanishes. He emerges a butterfly.
Difference is, no reversion
is possible. Would you swirl,
whirl, and spin as a top to become
something different, if you could?




Like sands through an hour glass,
or minutes ticking away, we play
each moment against the next
reflecting how much one thing
changing does not change much.
Such is life. Each of us sits
in God’s pocket like so many
nickels and dimes,
and as times change we remain
pre-determined to our fates.
The debate will rage
and the sage advice is retained.
The more things change,
the more they stay the same!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik -2016


We’re revisiting  a form this week. The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables arranged as four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical.

Find our previous example here: DODOITSU



Brought her trinkets of amber
pendant of fire that glowed
in darkness, shimmered in light
she left him ablaze



two apart, yet together.
souls apart, yet joined as one.
hearts a part of a great love.
such are random hearts.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016


We’re in the throes of another Summer Olympic competition. Much like our poetic exercises, it is as we know and international event. For today, we are offering you an Olympic Word Cloud.


Put your head in the cloud and fine words with which to construct your poem. I’m not expecting you to use them all. Seven to ten would be considered ambitious! And since we’re are non-competitive here, you’re not looking to beat anyone to the finish line, just beat your own best rhyme!


Words used: strength, celebration, challenge, success, motivation, people, win, figure, determination, victory

What a winning figure she cut,
her radiance striking to all.
Strength had carried her through a gut-
wrenching time, and now sitting enthralled,

people she loves, in celebration–
a success, who would guess? Carnegie Hall.
Passion for piano was motivation,
a challenge to rise up after a fall.

Applause! Applause! a victory earned
through determination; a smile from wall-
to-wall brightens her face as she turns
and bows while standing six feet tall.



Words: ceremony, banner, flag, winner, competition, winter, summer, rings, camaraderie, victory


We march under our banner,
the flag or our nation’s  colors,
in the cause for the rings.
Anthems played; a ceremony
to celebrate each victory.
We honor our winners,
summer or winter, camaraderie
is a condition of our competition!


The cascade poetic form was invented by Udit Bhatia. For the cascade poem, a poet takes each line from the first stanza of a poem and makes those the final lines of each stanza afterward. Beyond that, there are no additional rules for rhyming, meter, etc. It can be based on any number of lines, with the tercet or quatrain being immediate choices. But the Quintain Cascade is based on the much more popular form of Quintet as it has no set measure or foot and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.

If it appears to be too taxing, a quatrain or tercet cascade will suffice. (That’s only because I’m feeling extra nice!)

So, a Quintain Cacade would look like this:










From sunny and hot in May
to cloudy and cool
on a mid-August day.
Kids are thinking school,
too cold for swimming pool.

On limbs of maple tree
red leaves dominate,
some already fallen.
Yard looks like autumn
has come ‘round to stay

Snap! Just like that, heat is back,
time to hit the beach.
Traffic jams on highway
cause trip to take twice as long.
Splat! Burst of rain, sun overruled.

When traveling home, a fog sets in;
cars crawl cautiously
with sight at a premium
on a mid-August day.

Commercials scream sale
on back-to-school supplies.
Puts a damper on play.
Instead of thinking summer,
Kids are thinking school.

We watch disasters unfold
on television news–
famine, floods and fires,
quash our weather woes, like–
too cold for swimming pool.




She walks along within his heart,
surrender to her name and she declares her victory.
She, a young beauty a distance apart.
wielding the weapons of love. Her artillery:
raven hair, hazel eyes, her smile spells your captivity.

A tug of war in the tug of hearts,
no strings attached, you were matched
by your play of words. Soaring like birds
released, a reprieve of freedom granted,
she walks along within his heart.

She carries him with her as well,
his tender words become her shield,
protected by his expressive heart,
no surrender does she yield. His soul beckons.
Surrender to her name and she declares her victory.

His journey begins and ends
wherever she reside and he hides
in the rushes until she flushes him out.
Without a doubt, he is her target,
she, the young beauty a distance apart.

Hand-to-hand they take their stand,
vying eye-to-eye. Determined and delighted,
he fights for her honor, a prize secured
and her response is swift and accurate.
She wields the weapons of love. Her artillery

is not pervasive, she replaces
animus with amour. It is sure you will be
the prisoner of her heart right from the start.
Her beauty is your proclivity:
raven hair, hazel eyes, her smile / your captivity.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016


Today we revisit the concept of a bucket list of sorts. We begin each year with big plans, starting with our seldom kept New Year’s resolutions. We brainstorm ideas of things to do, places to see and people with whom we’ve been meaning to catch up. But again, the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.


Often seen through the course of a life well lived (and a questionable continuance) we hear tell of people’s half-hearted attempt to squeeze more life out of the time they have. But what we’re looking at as we near the halfway point of the summer season here in the North American continent, (and other seasons around the world) are the plans that you made that have fallen through for some reason. Maybe they didn’t fit into your schedule at this time. Perhaps finances became an issue. Possibly there had been a life altering situation in your realm of influence that prevents you from carrying it out. Whatever the reason, tell us what you missed out on so far this year that you wished you hadn’t! There’s still time to do it mind you, but maybe committing it to page will be just the thing to motivate you to get it done!

Write your poem based on these thoughts!



No visits from friends
back east. Beast known
as age is rearing it head.
Knees, hips, lack of funds,
well, after all, we were
the ones who moved
across country. I miss
not sharing all that we have
discovered in neighborhoods
out here. Wait. As I write
this, we get a call. All is not
lost. Niece and spouse
are coming in. Their son is beginning
college in Portland. Look forward
to seeing them in couple
of weeks. I am already thinking
where we can take them,
what to cook, and how homey
the house will feel with visitors




 It’s a peaceful repast to our day,
which fulfills us in every way.
It always seems we spend time in daydreams,
and not enough on just living, I’d say!

(A Gwawdodyn)


(C) Walter J. Wojtanik


A Quadrille was a popular dance in the 18th and 19th centuries, performed by four couples in a square formation representing the sides of the square. (Quad = four). While I’m not asking that you dance your way through this form, I am inviting you to write a Quarille.

A Quadrille is a poem that consists of 44 words, no more/no less. You could infuse meter or not. You could introduce rhyme, or not! As long as it is 44 words, you’re golden.

The Quadrille was introduced to me by our friends over at dVerse Poets Pub and is a regular feature there on alternate Mondays (with the Haibun)!

This Lewis Carroll poem is NOT a quadrille poem as described. It is more about the dance. It was just such a fun read, I included it here!



The Lobster-Quadrille

by Lewis Carroll

Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail,
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle — will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance —
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France —
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?


Won’t you join the dance and write a Quadrille?


The last day of July and the sun is setting on another Summer P.A.D. We started out gangbusters and fell off a bit. Either I was a victim of that Facebook scam that posts vile comments which drove our poets away, or someone let the cat out of the bag that I’m Conservative!😀 But the loyal poets who have posted most if not all prompts deserve accolades and my admiration for sticking it out!

So we’ll end this year’s exercise with inspirations from country singer Kenny Chesney’s When the Sun Goes Down!



Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand
Cold drink chillin in my right hand
Watchin you sleep in the evening light
Restin up for a long, long night

Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feelin all right
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where it’s nice and breezy
Sleepin off the night before
Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be back for more

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothing to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it’s time to play

When the sun goes down, we’ll be grooving
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
She thinks Kracker’s Sexy when the sun goes down

We’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kennys’ hotter when the sun goes down

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water,
Everything is hotter when the sun goes down.


Written  by Brett James


To end this month, write a summer sunset or sundown poem. Use your palette of words to paint a brilliant scene. And thank you for another productive month of poems!


We’ll be back Wednesday to resume with our INFORM POETS prompt. Until then, vaya con dos!


Saturday is movie day, so we are bringing two films to your screen to inspire you.

The first is the classic coming of age story, The Summer of ’42.

Summer of '42

Summer of ’42


Summer of ’42 is a 1971 American comedy-drama film based on the memoirs of screenwriter Herman Raucher. It tells the story of how Raucher, in his early teens on his 1942 summer vacation on Nantucket Island (off the coast of Cape Cod), embarks on a one-sided romance with a young woman, Dorothy, whose husband had gone off to fight in World War II.



Our second feature is A Storm in Summer.

A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer tells the story of an old Jewish shop owner Mr. Shaddick (‘Peter Falk’) who suddenly finds himself responsible for a little black boy named Herman Washington (‘Aaron Meek’) who is trying to escape the chaos of Harlem as part of a sponsorship program. At first, Mr. Shaddick wants nothing more than to get rid of the kid, but to spite the well to do lady who tries to take him over to her home, he decides to take Herman in. As time goes on, Mr. Shaddick finds himself caring about Herman and has the misfortune of being the bearer of bad news, which reminds him of when he received a telegram himself.


Choose either to inspire you. You can write of a summer where you experience a life changing event and how you coped with it. Or you can choose to write a summer storm poem. We’re talking weather, social upheaval, or controversy that can be considered a “storm” of sorts. No matter which one you choose, it will be expressed tenderly by your heart.


We’re winding down our challenge and soon it will be back to the grind. So let’s escape in a big way. It’s our end of summer party. We’re kicking off the festivities with the next song on our playlist: Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville.


Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin’ my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they’re beginnin’ to boil

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault

I don’t know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo
But it’s a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven’t a clue

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

So of course we’ll party responsibly, know our limits and kiss this bad boy adieu! And write a poem about your own Margaritaville or a facsimile thereof! What’s your idea of paradise? Is it a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there? Your title will be (YOUR NAME)VILLE. Sell us on your destination! And remember, it’s your own damn fault!

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