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THE POETIC BLOOMINGS “LIFE IS A BEACH!” GAUNTLET

(This is a slightly revised re-posting of an announcement originally made June 28.)

I’m on a much needed (aren’t they always) vacation next this week  😀  and I’m sure some beach time is in order. After all, “Life is a Beach!”

So here’s the deal. We will all be going on sort of a vacation next month in the form of the first POETIC BLOOMINGS “LIFE IS A BEACH” POETRY GAUNTLET. What’s this mean, Walt?

First of all, for the month of July, the weekly Sunday prompt will be suspended. WHAT, NO POETRY PROMPTS? Au contraire!

A beach/vacation-related inspiration will be posted daily. “Daily?” you ask, “How is that a vacation?” It’s a break from routine, so  spin your wheels, stretch your muse.Use this idea to write your poetry. Long, short, rhymed, it doesn’t matter. Just write. Everyday. That’s the gauntlet. And since everyone is doing “challenges” nowadays, we’re making hay while the sun shines.

Wednesday will continue as IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY with a twist. It will be joined with the prompt to pen your beach finery to that specific form. We may (will) repeat forms we have previously highlighted.

Marie’s monthly interview will also continue, so watch for it toward the end of the month.  (Catch Marian Veverka’s June interview herehttp://poeticbloomings.com/2013/06/20/poet-interview-marian-j-veverka/).

The BEAUTIFUL BLOOM feature on Saturday will also take a hiatus for the month (hey, Marie and I have earned the rest). However, anyone wishing to “award” a particular poem they’ve read with a Starfish, please feel free to do so. Poems will be selected from the month’s submissions for a special chapter in Book 3 (yes, there will be a book three! 😀 ).

BUT… we’re not done. As with the 20 week Memoir Project, you will be asked to compile another e-chapbook of the “Beach” poetry to be highlighted through the rest of the year. (Anyone wishing to still complete and submit a Memoir, you are welcomed to do so!)

So, pour yourself a cold drink, kick back (don’t forget the SPF), write more poetry and enjoy a different July here at POETIC BLOOMINGS.

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67 thoughts on “THE POETIC BLOOMINGS “LIFE IS A BEACH!” GAUNTLET

  1. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Oh, how Fun is that!?!!

  2. I echo Laurie’s sentiment!!! Huge Hannah grins to all in the garden!! ♥

  3. Oh DEEEEE!!! Beach theme!! I’m sure this will speak to her mermaid muse!!!

  4. William Preston on said:

    OVERHEARD IN A SUMMER ORCHARD

    In a tree that was bursting with peaches
    sat an owl who exclaimed, between screeches,
    “I’ll be working at night
    but then, after each flight,
    I’ll be spending my days at the beaches.”

    copyright 2013, William Preston

    Enjoy yourselves:

    http://www.lyricsdepot.com/guy-lombardo/enjoy-yourself.html

  5. connielpeters on said:

    Fun! Yay!

  6. This sounds great! I’ve been swamped with life. One last big event this weekend (that I’m hosting) and then I hope to get back to the creative side of life. Looking forward to walking on the beach with all of you. 🙂

  7. Like the idea – Hope I can keep up with ya’ll.
    Must say; Marie and Walt, you do deserve some time off.

  8. “This Red, Red Rose is Out of place!”

    One does not leave a rose mid sandy beach:
    Perchance, a seagull dropped it here somehow?
    As much as I might like, I cannot reach
    or bend to such poor logic will I bow.

    Oh, No! This dying rose is out of place!
    It needs some dainty green and shady lawn.
    The sun has wrinkled up its little face:
    You’ve left it frying here but still I yawn.

    My modern ways want none of your goodbye;
    My love; you’d best leave words to show your heart
    You’ve better chance to make my sadness fly
    than wilted rose of red regret to part.

    So, hear me well as I shake off this sand:
    Please leave a note or make a better plan!

  9. sheryl kay oder on said:

    I wish I had the time and inclination for poetry every day, but I do not. When I can I will write and/or comment. For those of you who can do this, have fun.

  10. (A Haiku)

    Nothing feels better
    Than cool sand under my toes,
    And wind in my hair.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  11. Deep Sleeper (a Trois-par-Huit)

    Playful winds
    Push and pull the gold sands
    Down the beach, hastily scattering;

    Above, seagulls soaring, with hoarse voices calling,
    Below, wave after wave comes falling and crashing;

    But not one of these sounds disturbs her,
    Dreaming of another,
    Deep sleeper.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  12. DebiSwim on said:

    This mountain girl is gonna try. It sounds like a fun idea.

  13. William Preston on said:

    A PLACE TO LIE

    Beaches
    are therapy
    if one needs space to breathe;
    in truth, they benefit all save
    dolphins.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  14. The starfish award made me smile 🙂

  15. sheryl kay oder on said:

    A Prompt Vacation

    The poet longed for a prompt vacation.
    Yes, it would be a vacation from prompts,
    suggestions, assigned forms, and designated days.

    She remembered those early promptless
    poems written on a whim. She would chase
    rebellious words and ideas around the page.

    Word pictures popped into her mind. Alliteration
    delighted her as it often appeared unbidden,
    simply a result of words with similar meanings.

    She longed for that prompt vacation.
    Could she still dance a poetic dance
    without a name and create her own muse(ic)?

    Oh, vacation, come promptly.

  16. This is my first Italian Sonnet. I want to explore all the Sonnet forms and am starting with this one. 🙂

    A Lasting Story (an Italian Sonnet)

    A solitary rock stood on the shore,
    Black against the coming light of morning,
    The carved letters are visible, gleaming
    Dully in the dawn, initials carved for
    All the world to see; two lovers here swore
    To be faithful always, never parting;
    The love they promised was never ending,
    Not even death could break the bond they formed;

    She stared down at the rock with thoughtful eyes,
    And intertwined her small fingers with his;
    Here is yet another true love story,
    Sealed between their fingers, under the skies
    Of dawn, full of hope for the future; this
    Love is founded in Him – a lasting story.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  17. William Preston on said:

    Magnifico!

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  19. ejparsons on said:

    It’s a vacation
    If you leave your work behind
    But that’s hard to do

  20. Introducing the Pacific Ocean

    I have slipped off my sandals, but as soon as I step on the sand, I put them back on as the sand is burning hot. Even as we walk from the parking lot and across the beach, I can feel the heat rising through their soles. It is still early in the morning. By afternoon, walking in bare feet must be unbearable.

    I am about to dip my toes in the blue Pacific. My daughters, who live in Palm Desert, almost 3 hours away, have planned for us to visit the beach before the sun has baked it
    Beyond endurance. We are at Laguna Beach. It is the 1980’s, it is still easy to walk from the street down to the beach, we are not trespassing, the law gives everyone access.
    Ahead of us, the world is blue. The blue Pacific lives up to its name. The sky is a lighter blue and the sea and sky blend together so that we could be looking at the boundaries of
    the end of the world (if we didn’t know the world is round).

    We spread our blanket and set down our supply of coffee, do-nuts and goodies. We turn on our portable radio to a LA FM station. Soon we have close neighbors on all sides. If you want a refreshing work-out in the water, dawn is the time to get going, as things here in August heat up very quickly. The waves are gentle, the air smells of salt. When I sit in the water, I bob to the surface. I swim out a bit, to where the water is over my head. I tread water, look around. It is almost too bright. The sun is higher, southern California is tropical, I think and who knows how long the sun lotion will protect my mid-west skin. My daughters are waving and I head for shore.

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