INFORM POETS – PALINDROME

Since Hannah reads the same both forward and backward…

A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again…

Shown below are examples of the word-unit palindrome. The carefully placed words form the same sentence, whether it is read forward or backward. For example, ‘Mirrored images reflect images mirrored’ which includes a word in the center as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem.

WALT’S S’TLAW

AGREED

Truth.
Opinions offered,
given options, taken liberties.
Good for one, is good for another.
Slightly nodded, acknowledge approval,
assured, thoughts the same, conjoined spirits.
~Agreement~
spirits conjoined, same the thoughts. Assured.
Approval acknowledged, nodded slightly.
Another for good is, one for good.
Liberties taken, options given.
Offered opinions.
Truth.

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik

HANNAH’S PALINDROME

CO-CREATING

Muse
Universe
Energetically flows,
ancient and archetypal-
collects inspiration…
fragments of light,
shards of shadow,
slipping images-
swirling together waiting;
hoping for spilling.
Swelling and surging
provoked breath,
finally poem
eventually paint and ink-
colors struggle and thrive;
heart and soul,
consciousness bloom.
Canvas of mind
co-creating
mind of canvas.
Bloom consciousness,
soul and heart
thrive and struggle colors-
ink and paint eventually,
poem finally…
breath provoked,
surging and swelling
spilling for hoping-
waiting together swirling;
images slipping,
shadow of shards-
light of fragments.
Inspiration collects,
archetypal and ancient-
flows energetically…
Universe
Muse

Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

PROMPT #145 – “NOTHING FOR GRANTED” : GUEST HOST – HANNAH GOSSELIN

Poet/Image Artist Hannah Gosselin (and Fin)

Poet/Image Artist
Hannah Gosselin
(and Fin)

This week our co-host is someone who I have looked forward to working with since the concept of co-hosts came to fruition. This poet brings a smile to many faces just by intoning that simple word. SMILES. In developing her blog, we talked about that aspect of her work and in that chat the title “Metaphors and Smiles” (as opposed to similies) came to light and she certainly brought that site into prominence. A true poetic soul grounded in her faith and family and a poetic friend to any and all poets who come to know the name, Hannah Gosselin!

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Hannah Gosselin’s song is one inspired of natural beauty. She seeks words early and feels complete in the daily practice of heart-spilling ink to page. She finds that there’re poems begging to be written, hidden and waiting – like the still, seeded center of dandelion…there’s so much poetic potential in each day. 

Hannah’s words find footing @ her writing, (and sometimes photography), blog Metaphors and Smiles.

PROMPT #145 “NOTHING FOR GRANTED” Our lives are guided by our hearts and logic, and sometimes with both at odds. The influences in our personal domains are as varied as there are stars in the skies. But for every big moment in our daily living, it is the small sparks of life that we seek. Every little thing influences our lives. You are asked to pick something others would consider insignificant and give it its due.

WALT’S SMALL THINGS:

SIMPLE PLEASURES

Poems that prod,
nods to God,
tilling the sod,
musical notes,
famous quotes,
boats that float,
crystal skies,
bright blue eyes,
cherry pies,
rhyming things,
things with wings,
kids that sing,
chocolate cake,
the eerie lake,
goodness sake,
welcome guests,
doing my best,
my beating chest,
folks worthwhile,
carried in style,
a heart felt smile.
valued treasures,
easy measures,
Simple pleasures.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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HANNAH’S  LITTLE INFLUENCES

A Drive-by (Mental) Snapshot

As pulse beats blue
three large dark birds
burn permanently
an image on my mind:
Crows hold the center line,
afield, where snow has let go-
where the yellowed grass shows;
beneath the pines
feathers shine iridescent
with sudden spring sun.
And this,
this is indelible-
a moment
fast-fixed to my soul.

Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

BRILLIANT BLOOMS – PROMPT #144 AND TRIQUINT FORM

We had the honor and pleasure to be guided by the hand of Michelle Hed this week at CREATIVE BLOOMINGS. Michelle has continued to carry the torch, as all of our co-hosts have, shining its light upon our poets and their extraordinary work. Thank you Michelle for your diligence and dedication, and for all of your contributions to our site,

In our prompt, you were given this incomplete thought (Every Life Needs It’s Own_____) and your mission was to complete it and make that your poem. It was interesting to see what our poets required to fill this void. As per usual, you have not failed to make these selections difficult indeed.

WALT’S BRILLIANT BLOOM:

After reading through the poems proposed to fill a need in our lives, my eyes were tired and my mind was torn between an exorbitant amount of poetry deserving of the BLOOM designation. In my head lines from poems randomly popped up and faded, playing almost like lyrics for music that played there. And then it hit me. Of all the things we need in our lives, we could all use our own theme song. No one expressed that any better than Nancy Posey’s “My Life Needs Theme Music”. And it certainly does!

MY LIFE NEEDS THEME MUSIC by Nancy Posey

It’s the quiet I can’t bear, left here
alone inside my life. The company—
it’s not so bad—I’ve made peace,
come to terms with myself after
all those years of wrestling ghosts.

The music piped into the elevator,
following me through cosmetics,
up to the mezzanine, innocuous
at best, at worst, gave me a thought.
I need my own theme music,

playing always in the background,
following me out the door,
through the park, something easy
in just the right key, so I can hum
along, imagining the words I’d sing.

A catchy little tune that works as well
on keyboard as on strings. Some days,
I’d like to hear the music swell, evoking
images of men and women, all in black,
playing from the orchestra pit; on others,

I might hear a single flutist, strolling
along behind me, our own parade
of two. At home alone, let me catch
snatches of the tune, whistled, perhaps
from someone crossing my lawn, someone
about to step up to my door and knock.

(C) Copyright Nancy Posey – 2014

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MICHELLE’S SELECTED BLOOM:

Since I’ve been writing with many of you for years, I expected picking JUST ONE poem would be incredibly difficult – it was. So many of you touched on a part of my soul that sang with you, or whispered to my whimsical side or just tickled my funny bone. After reading, reading and more reading…I narrowed my list down to my top six. What I really wish I could do, is tell you what/how your words affected me. But since that would be the equivalent of writing a small book, please know that everyone of your poems, your words, touched me. Your poetry sings!

I picked the following poem because I am a pack rat, a collector of memories, and a sentimentalist and for every one of her lines in her poem, I was nodding my head and saying, “yes, I have that here and oh, this one is over there”. The rhyming and the flow of her poem was outstanding. So without further ado, I offer my bloom to Jane Shlensky’s “Every Life Needs its own Closet”.

EVERY LIFE NEED ITS OWN CLOSET by Jane Shlensky

Every life needs its own closet, lined with shelves,
to house reminders of our many selves—
the mitts and rackets of an active life
still good as new almost, each parcel rife
with memories of when we were athletic,
or someone who could make crowds sympathetic.
And side-by-side are skills we hardly tried,
boxes of almosts, one days, tucked inside

It’s true such closets, cavernous and stacked,
can make us keenly feel talents we lacked.
It’s true that willy-nilly here and there,
we glimpse successes, losses we can’t bear,
heartbreaks in tissue paper, joys so keen
we hardly recognize these selves we’ve been.

But every life has things too good to junk,
moments we are not done with in a trunk,
objects we loved so dearly over time
that though they’re threadbare, we call them sublime
and do not toss them to the rubbish heap
because they clothe a memory we keep.

Imagine all the selves we recollect—
some naughty, hardly worthy of respect;
some curious, courageous periscope
from bubble wrap, their heads turbaned in hope.
Some kind, loving, and gentle walk with shame
that wretched, mean, and stubborn weren’t the same.

Pictures of long ago, an Easter hat,
an honor pin, wild flowers, smiles pressed flat,
certificates and letters, ribbon bound,
old worn-out jeans and journals lost, now found;
a baby’s bonnet, toys and rubber nose,
proof of our fear and whimsy, lives we chose.

And yet we keep them all, make room for more
until life clears the shelves, shows us the door.
We think, perhaps quite rightly, we will mend
the memories our actions helped to rend.
We want a chance to edit and rewrite,
a chance to change our stories, phrase life right,

whatever that means; we feel we aren’t done
and feel sometimes we’ve only now begun
to understand the parcels we have saved,
the passages to perils we have braved.
We shuffle through, reshelve bits, wanly sigh
for life’s closet expands until we die.

(C) Copyright Jane Shlensky – 2014

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INFORM POETS RECIPIENTS:

Surprisingly, there is one poem that just absolutely shouted at me – probably because I’ve stood on this watch a few times. Her poem is so full of feeling. In fact, it seems the first two lines of every stanza is about the loved one dying and the last three lines in every stanza is the reaction of those on vigil – reflecting a superb use of the form. Michelle’s bloom goes to Connie Peter’s “Vigil”.

VIGIL by Connie Peters

Wounded, broken in her bed, she lay
Her pain bluntly on display
A pain here to stay
Come let’s pray
Keep

An agonizing, soul-wrenching day
We watch and wait in dismay
A pain here to stay
Come let’s pray
Weep

She dwells in another world today
Death carried the greatest sway
A pain here to stay
Come let’s pray
Sleep

(C) Copyright Connie Peters – 2014

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My choice in the form category goes to a poet who started out demurely commenting on all our works and was a supportive and nurturing soul. And then she decided to join the fray. She has come on strong of late, and I couldn’t be any more pleased. With the change of seasons imminent, this poem was truly apropos. Henrietta Choplin, you’ve earned this BLOOM for “Springtime Path”

SPRINGTIME PATH by Henrietta Choplin

A heady, primrose fragrance to stay
Crystals slowly melt away
A heart is released
Sweet song sung
blue

In sunshine green with no ice this day
To block sunny, warming rays
A heart is released
Sweet song sung
true

Despite the forecast of yesterday
Seeming end, no more delay
A heart is released
Sweet song sung,
Cue.

 (C) Copyright Henrietta Choplin – 2014

CONGRATULATIONS to the “Tarheel Twins” NANCY POSEY and JANE SHLENSKY, and to CONNIE PETERS and HENRIETTA CHOPLIN! 

GREAT WORK DONE BY ALL OUR POETS!

INFORM POETS – TRIQUINT

Triquint is a poetry form created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of 3 verses of 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3. The declining syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.

WALT’S TRIQUINT:

IN THE CATHEDRAL OF NIGHT

In the shadows on a cold crisp night
she stands, Engulfed in moonlight,
she thought that she might
be alright.
Fine!

Beneath the cover of bright starlight,
she surely was not uptight.
She thought that she might
be alright.
Shine!

It truly was a beautiful sight,
my midnight bride dressed in white.
She thought that she might
be alright
mine!

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

MICHELLE’S TRIQUINT:

SOUL STEPPING

Having a song singing in your soul,
will have you taking a stroll.
Queen of your own knoll,
you are whole!
Sing!

You will dance around the colored pole,
feet pounding, down to the sole.
Queen of your own knoll,
you are whole!
Swing!

You have checked your list and set your goal,
you are moving, on a roll.
Queen of your own knoll,
you are whole!
Ring!

© Copyright Michelle Hed – 2014

PROMPT #144 – “WHAT THIS PLACE NEEDS…” : GUEST HOST – MICHELLE HED

The response to the Guest Host  idea has been a grand success so far. And it’s not just being highlighted with the designation. Our poet/hosts have gotten a view of what goes into the inner workings at CREATIVE BLOOMINGS. It really isn’t as easy as it looks. (OK, it’s not rocket surgery either). But if anything, you’ll gain a new appreciation for the poets who populate this place. In continuing our journey around the globe, we’ve stopped to pick up poet Michelle Hed for her tour through the garden.

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POET MICHELLE HED

POET AND VISUAL ARTIST  MICHELLE HED

Michelle Hed’s love of poetry started as a teenager. There were a few gaps throughout the years but when her youngest daughter was eight and she realized her kids didn’t need her around the clock anymore she started thinking about what she should do when she grew up!

Michelle is an extremely private person and introverted. So when she came across Robert Brewer’s first Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge in 2008, she agonized over the decision of putting herself out there. On the internet. Where anyone could find her. She decided YES and jumped in with both feet and has no regrets. Michelle has made wonderful friends she’s never physically met and the sense of community and support has kept her going. She wishes she could reciprocate on a daily basis but as we all know there are so many other things in our lives that sometimes take precedence.

Michelle is a poet, photographer and artist living in Minnesota. She is happiest when she is outside with a camera in her hand and a notebook in her pocket. Her poems have appeared in the following books, magazines and online journals Poetic Bloomings, Sprout, The Fib Review, Pay Attention: A River of Stones, Prompted: An International Collection of Poems, A Handful of Stones, Writer’s Digest, Haiga Online, and was a finalist in the Poetic Asides Poem- A- Day Challenge 2009.

Her photography has been awarded in local contests and has been published in Mouse Tales Press: Prepare for Flight, Minnesota Birding andHoliday Word Gifts. She also has a book, Natural Musings, which contains both her photography and poetry. She maintains a blog,www.thepenlensandbrush.blogspot.com, for all her artistic endeavors. She is married to her best friend, has two beautiful daughters and two mischievous hounds.

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PROMPT #144 – “What This Place Needs…”

Think of any really good movie and you can come up with a great tag line that defines it. Think of “Casablanca” and you imagine Bogart voicing “Here’s looking at you, kid!” or “”Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” Think Star Wars you hear  Sir Alec Guinness intone, “May the Force be with you.” Jerry Maguire (I know, I know, I said good movie…) you can come up with “You had me at Hello!” and “Show me the money” and “You complete me!” This is a long winded rant to get to the prompt…

Complete this thought and make that thought the title of your poem.

“Every life needs its own______________”

WALT’S FULL THOUGHT:

EVERY LIFE NEEDS ITS OWN HONOR

Precious and priceless, held in reverence,
never prideless. Each life has worth.
Our existences deserve to be praised
and raised upon pedestals, all statuesque
tributes to our very breath and purpose.
Celebrated with an elation that lifts
our station, a sacrifice burned on the altar
of the hearts that beat within us; it is in us
to do ourselves proud. It will speak out loud
being heard far and wide; every life in honor and pride.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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MICHELLE’S MINDFUL MUSE:

EVERY LIFE NEEDS ITS OWN OUTLET (A Sestina)

Sometimes you need to unplug
from the world around you,
isolate yourself in your own cocoon
of tranquility, peace
and just exist –
no thoughts.

Placing your thoughts
upon the clouds, unplugging
them from your mind, so they only exist
to drift by… knowing you
can reach up and grab them at any time, a piece
of life’s puzzle to be examined within your cocoon.

The warmth and security of your cocoon
allows you to organize your thoughts
and gain a new perspective and peace
within your body, mind and spirit that had been drained away when plugged
into the running chaos of everyday life. You
are ready to step back and fully exist.

You were existing
but not functioning, needing the sanctuary of your cocoon
to recharge your batteries and energize yourself.
Your thoughts
kept drifting away, seeking to unplug,
seeking peace.

Peace…
the essence of existing
in our charged up world, unplugging
the ear buds and breaking free of the cocoon
that is muffling your thoughts,
overpowering you.

You are recharged, you
are ready to enter the fray and fight for peace
and order within our borders and within our thoughts.
Ready to exist
side by side with chaos, knowing your haven, your cocoon,
is waiting for you should you need to unplug!

With a steady hand you are ready to exist.
You are at peace again, sanctuary is your cocoon
tucked away within your thoughts, you are not unplugged.

(C) Copyright Michelle Hed – 2014
 

BRILLIANT BLOOMS PROMPT #143 AND FOUND POETRY

Another wonderful week of poetic prowess, co-hosted of course by SARA McNULTY. There is a definite trend that has been established and I could not be any more happy at this development. All our go-hosts have taken up the gauntlet and have done extraordinary work in their examples and supportive commentary, making the site theirs for the week. Sara was no less spectacular in this, and for that I thank her. It’s been fun, Sara.

As poets, we let our words dance and project many qualities to what inspires our muse. My motto is… “A Poet Sees Things” and this group certainly does. Finding the living part of everything in nature and life, certainly gave us many outstanding poems, and all of our poets are to be celebrated. Choosing the BLOOMS this week is, as is always said, a difficult task. But we do not shy away from the difficult, so… 

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WALT’S BLOOM:

The consistency of our poets has never fallen off since the day Marie and I dared to propose POETIC BLOOMINGS as an outlet for such worded wonder. Now, after a couple years, it is encouraging to see new (or relatively new) names adding to our poetic finery. My choice this week is a poem by one such poet. This piece was well written and the emotion that was expressed indeed made this poem come to life.  Priti, your poem “Big Bertha Ruled” earns my BLOOM.

BIG BERTHA RULED by Priti

It was love at first sight
from the moment
we saw her in the window
She was a perfect for us
luminous eyes, swooshy lashes,
zooming feet
thorough bred, broad-shouldered
reflective
with a large heart
and a gleaming girth
We called her Big Bertha

With the turn of a key
she breathed in life
and ruled our world
She pedaled honey in our cruises
steering in
all kinds of adventures
and classic fightings over songs
that made us feel like rock stars

She grew smells of
lavender ketchup
in soccer cleats
as hushed laughter
and wiggles
filled her back seat
She raised us
from kindergarten Falls
to high school blossoms
like a proud mama
keeping a watchful eye
on her crew
with an added turbo kick
that kept us in line
But
who knew
that her doting, fragile heart
would be brutally shattered
and our world would crash
in a split second
All that would remain of her
would be absorbed
in the golden memories
of our growing years——

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SARA’S NOMINEE:

This bloom choosing is difficult.  We have a garden with many outstanding flowers from which to pick.  I have selected Benjamin Thomas (a.k.a. poetryshack) for “Time Flies.”  With wonderful rhythm throughout, each stanza is capable of standing alone.  The theme continues, weaving perfect personification examples through each verse.

WALT’S Comment: This poem stands out, but I just want to acknowledge Benjamin’s entire body of work for the Personification prompt. Outstanding and prolific.

TIME FLIES by Benjamin Thomas

Time
Slips from under your feet
Like a rug
Pulled
Like a plug
Until drained

Time flies
With a thousand eyes
Like a bug
With an axe to grind
But hard to find
At times
To smash with a rug

Times flies
Like a hummingbird
At times
Hovering and sipping nectar
Sweet
While you sense the beat
Of simmering wings

Time flies
Erratic
Like a bat out of hell
Thirsty
For blood with fangs
Too difficult to quell

Time flies
In rhythm
Like a butterfly
Fresh out of prison
Anxious
Of enjoying springs wings
For the first time

Time flies
Slow
As the paint dries
The temperature
Low
And you need
A fresh coat of patience

Time flies
Bumbling
Like a bumblebee
Back and forth
Stings
Numbing thee
Right in the kisser!

Time flies
Away
Like a daughter
Astray
Happily to college
Relieved
Even though you’ll miss her

Time flies
In disguise
Like 007 spies
But you’re largely unaware
They’re there
Until you’re robbed
With no time left to spare

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INFORM POETS BRILLIANT BLOOM:

Well, there were several contenders, but Sara and I am bestowing  the bloom to R.J. Clarken for ‘Obituary.’  Her source choice was unique, and Vienna sausages of course, are nothing without saltines!  We join in mourning the loss of Harry.

OBITUARY by R J Clarken

Harry Weathersby Stamps,
ladies’ man,
foodie,
natty dresser,
and accomplished traveler,
died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.

Harry is relatable and loveable.
He’s not a man who focused
on a laundry list
of impressive academic
or career accomplishments.
He’s a guy
who ate Vienna sausages on Saltines
and considered it a splurge to get a campsite with a creek view.

We all know someone like Harry,
or perhaps we are
a “Harry” ourselves.

 

CONGRATULATIONS TO PRITI, BENJAMIN THOMAS AND R J CLARKEN FOR YOUR SELECTION AS BRILLIANT BLOOMS!