BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – PROMPT #124 AND TETRACTYS
Sheryl Oder captured what is, in my opinion, the perfect poetry prompt. Perhaps it is because reflection promotes rumination. Thank you, Sheryl, for giving us food for expression. The results are outstanding.
MARIE ELENA’S CHOICE
Reverberation by Benjamin Thomas unearthed emotions I have not felt in many years. This simply written piece speaks to an element of life that few escape. I like best the way Damon describes it: “…. beautiful longing from the sigh to the unsung ache.” Absolutely. Benjamin, I humbly offer you my Bloom for this week.
Reverberation (by Benjamin Thomas [poetryshack])
Smitten by your smile
I sigh… as you walk by
Knowing I cannot
Make you feel or spy… this heartbeat-
Perceiving it’s magnitude
It’s every thrust.
Perhaps my chest would
Rupture, bust wide open-
And you could finally
Appreciate it’s rhythmic melody.
The sweet strum of heart strings
Playing in sync with your stride
The air particles displaced between us.
But I only wished for an echo.
A return of like feeling.
But I guess some things are best unseen.
Some songs seem to go unwritten.
I selected Ellen Knight’s poem and response to the photo prompt because it offers an insight into a condition I know nothing about (for which I’m thankful), and fits the photo so well. I thought many other poems fit the photo well also (it permitted all kinds of interpretations), but Ellen’s, in my opinion, related something grounded in (painful) reality to the shifting, fluid, broken, near-and-far perspectives of the photo prompt. In addition, Ellen’s use of similar sounds to begin her stanzas lends a pounding quality to the lines, much like a bad headache, I would think. The absence of punctuation (till the end) and capitalization lend a streaming feeling to the poem, consistent, I think, with the sensations she reports and the image she used as a prompt. Finally, the last stanza offers a question that goes beyond migraines or surrealist photography: what is really distorted? Like the photo, one can read her poem in lots of ways. All in all, I thought this was a superior poem and a slice of life that I think would interest physicians; I can envision it in a neurology journal.
THROUGH MIGRAINE’S EYES (by Ellen Knight)
reflection curved—wrapped around my mind
perception altered—nothing straight or square
searching for sea legs to still the
bending of images
sending my thoughts to
contortion beyond all reasonable
proportion leads me to wonder if the
genuine or is it
Although it was really hard to choose this week because we had SO MANY great Tetractyses (Tetractysi’?) I finally came up with one that really just resonated with me. It is a Double Tetractys, written by Jerry Walraven. His ‘We are our Stories’ is amazing, and his final two lines just blew me away. I definitely had one of those ‘I wish I’d written that!’ moments, and so, this is my pick for In-form Poet Bloom of the Week.
We are our Stories (by Jerry Walraven)
these marks made against others memories
building connections to the memories,
past and present,