INFORM POETS – PLEIADES

This titled form was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine’s Lead Editor. Only one word is allowed in the title followed by a single seven-line stanza. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title. Hortensia Anderson, a popular haiku and tanka poet, added her own requirement of restricting the line length to six syllables.

Background of the Pleiades: The Pleiades is a star cluster in the constellation Taurus. It is a cluster of stars identified by the ancients, mentioned by Homer in about 750 B.C and Hesiod in about 700 B.C. Six of the stars are readily visible to the naked eye; depending on visibility conditions between nine and twelve stars can be seen. Modern astronomers note that the cluster contains over 500 stars. The ancients named these stars the seven sisters: Alcyone, Asterope, Celaeno, Electra, Maia, Merope, and Tygeta; nearby are the clearly visible parents, Atlas and Pleione.

The poetic form The Pleiades is aptly named: the seven lines can be said to represent the seven sisters, and the six syllables represent the nearly invisible nature of one sister.

DE’S EXAMPLE:

Starlight

Stain yourself in something
small, pinpricked and silent,
strangely unseen. You must
spill it just right in ink,
splayed loose to ebony
sky. Bright stones aligned; a
sisterhood of lost shine.

Copyright © 2014 De Jackson

***

WALT’S PLEIADE:

WHENEVER

When time allows, he will,
whether now or later.
Who knows when it will be.
Walt’s having a problem.
Will he resolve issues?
Will he reach for tissues?
We’ll have to wait and see.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

PROMPT #152 – “GIVE ME A GOOD REASON” : GUEST HOST – DE JACKSON

Ocean swells, casts its spell.The next person up to bat as Guest Host, is another outstanding poet and wordsmith, and was also a Poet Laureate at Poetic Asides. It’s always an honor to share the stage with De Jackson.

***

De Jackson hails from the desert of Southern Nevada in Henderson, near Las Vegas, where she lives with her gorgeous groom of nearly 16 years, two crazy kids, a beloved neurotic terrier, an aloof cat, a bearded dragon, and various members of the insect and arachnid world. She breathes best with inky fingers and salty, sea-soaked toes, but she’s also blessed to bloom online alongside some incredibly talented creative souls (you all know who you are.) De’s words have somehow made their way onto the pages of such journals as Curio, Garbanzo, Burning Word, Shot Glass Journal, Sprout, Tuck and others, and she was honored as a Poetic Asides 2012 Poet Laureate. De’s a full-time mama and a paid published poet (if you count journal copies, garbanzo beans, and one time, a whole dollar). She occasionally writes ad copy for money, but scribbles poems in the margins of life daily. You can pay her a visit at www.WhimsyGizmo.wordpress.com.

***

PROMPT #152 – “GIVE ME A GOOD REASON”:

Think of 10-12 good reasons to do something. The “something” is the subject of your poem. Write a list poem including as many of your reasons in the body of your work.

WALT’S REASONS:

CELEBRATION

I’m my father’s son!
(I’m my mother’s prodigy!)
I’m having a good day!
(Any day alive is a good day)
I’m turning a year older.
(39 never gets old)
My job promotion came through.
(Then I wake up and go to work)
My muse refuses to slow down.
(And that’s a good day)
My cholesterol numbers are better.
(Making the right changes for a change)
Just because.
(Reasons? I don’t need no stinking reasons.)
It’s my favorite season.
(Steeped in tradition, I am)
The Bills haven’t lost in 2014.
(They haven’t played in 2014)
I’m celebrating 25 years of wedded bliss today!
(Happy 29th Anniversary, Janice!) 🙂

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

***

DE’S LIST POEM:

THE REASONABILITY OF SOLITUDE

Find yourself alone, let the record show:

Because the sound of your own breathing is a heartbeat rhythm spent.
For the sake of all things buried deep, steeped in salt and silence.

Because words flow best in whispers, wrapped soft in breeze.
For the taking of stars, shattered pieces of sea glass; pocketed scars.

Because hope is a feathered thing, too easily startled.
For the attention span of sky, moon at full attention, spotlight shone.

Because knowing your own syllables requires a more quiet song.
For the ache of growing, groaning, grounding lightning to jars.

Because the world is loud and proud and lousy with shouting.
For the persistent casting of pearls from stones.

Because you don’t need a reason
for finding yourself. Alone.

(C) Copyright De Jackson – 2014

BRILLIANT BLOOMS – PROMPT #151 AND BREVETTE

The latest prompt had us taking common word combinations and describing our vision in our own words. The varied phrases were rather unexpected and yield some great work. As our guest hosts are finding out, it isn’t easy to choose one outstanding poem; there are so many. Laurie Kolp , we are excited for your success with the release of your book, and I thank you personally for adding your help in navigating this ship!

THE BLOOMS:

WALT’S CHOICE

My choice changed as I read further down the comments, several times, as a matter of fact. Just when I thought I had settled on one, the next one had me changing my mind. This fact is magnified by the point that the poem I chose was the last one posted. This poet’s work always slips under the radar, but is no less outstanding than the rest. Her patience has paid off. Linda Hofke, you earn this BLOOM with your Haibun.

LIGHT FOG by Linda Evans Hofke

“It’s not that everything is cloaked in a thick cloud of white; shapes and forms and colors come through but are muted as if fairies spun a layer of light lace all over the place, hazy and crazy with light shining through tiny cracks here and there. Visibility is blurred but I know who you are.
And if the fog thickens and all goes white then I will know you by your voice.”

I hadn’t exactly understood what grandma was trying to explain about her eyes, but I saw the sadness in them, watched them grow misty as she spoke.

mourning dove
hastily takes flight before
camera focuses

© Copyright Linda Evans Hofke – 2014

 

LAURIE’S SELECTION:

Laurie has confirmed the challenge of choosing a poem for the BRILLIANT BLOOM. She struggled with the array of wonderful poetry. When it was all said and done, she had chosen Salvatore Buttaci’s “Storm”

STORM by Salvatore Buttaci

Hot-wiring the horizon,
Lightning accelerates skittish clouds
In a breakneck, thundering frenzy
While twin suns on tangerine fire
Crackle in our eyes.

Holding hands on the sofa, we watch
The late-afternoon sky show
Through our backyard window,
Electro-etching one more
Memory in the making.

When I look back at you again,
You are still there.
© Copyright Salvatore Buttaci – 2014

***
INFORM POETS BRILLIANT BLOOMS

The Brevette form is as concise as it gets. It’s more of an image maker; a flash of thought that has a poetic flair. It’s that simple. But, in exploring the various forms that are out there, it was time to expose you to this bit of worded wonder. These thoughts are highly provocative, feeding the thought fully.

PENNY HENDERSON earns a BLOOM for this Brevette, a great image after this exasperating winter:

spring
e v i s c e r a t e s
depression

© Copyright Penny Henderson – 2014

***
WILLIAM PRESTON gave us this string of interconnected brevettes which as Claudine Young had expressed WOULD make a fine picture book. The form itself works well in this application and his progression from the birds building their nest, and ending with their young birds leaving, is purely circle of life. For this William earns his BLOOM.

 

Birds
b u i l d
nests.

Nests
h o l d
young.

Young
b e g
food.

Food
b u i l d s
wings.

Wings
l i f t
birds.

Birds
f l e e
nests.

© Copyright William Preston – 2014

CONGRATULATIONS SALVATORE, LINDA, PENNY AND WILLIAM ON YOUR SELECTIONS AS BRILLIANT BLOOMS.

INFORM POETS – BREVETTE

The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette.

Each of the three words may have any number of syllables, but it is desirable that the poem have balance in the choice of these words. Unlike haiku, there are no other rules to follow.

 

WALT’S BREVETTE:

morning
d  e  v  o  u  r  s
breakfast

***

LAURIE’S BREVETTE;

whippoorwill
w  a  r  b  l  e  s
eponym

PROMPT #151 – “IMAGES AND IDEAS”: GUEST HOST – LAURIE KOLP

POET AND PHOTOGRAPHER LAURIE KOLP

POET AND PHOTOGRAPHER
LAURIE KOLP

This week we travel back to Texas to tap our next Guest Host. As you will read, she is an accomplished and well published poet and photo artist. I am happy to help her announce that her first full poetry collection,  Upon the Blue Couch, was released just yesterday. See the link below and learn about Laurie Kolp’s accomplishments. And as always, thank you Laurie for your help this week!

***

Laurie Kolp lives in Southeast Texas with her husband of 15 years, three kids and two dogs. Although she was born with Irish and German blood, her native tongue is poetry. She writes in a 3 by 5 corner, one wall an outlook visited quite often by cardinals, mourning doves, grackles and blue jays. The other side open to eyes behind her head always watching the goings on of her family. This type of lifestyle has led Laurie to believe at times she must have developed attention deficit disorder (ADD). One second she’s nitpicking a poem, the next kicking Nerf balls with her boys… or off to shop with her daughter for those last-minute things teenagers need… interrupted by chores that lead her on tangents. But she always ends back in her little nook fingering keys and reading books of poetry. By the way, Laurie’s first full-length poetry collection, Upon the Blue Couch, comes out this month. Learn more at her website http://lauriekolp.com.

 

Discover more about Laurie at  her blogs:

Laurie Kolp Poetry
Bird’s-Eye Gemini.

***

FIRST OFF, LAURIE AND WALT, IN CONJUNCTION WITH MARIE ELENA GOOD, WOULD LIKE TO WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY EASTER!

PROMPT #151 – “IMAGES AND IDEAS”: Take a word image (“cloudless sky”, “rainless thunder”, “twilight’s last gleaming”…) . List some of the ideas your choice elicits and write them into your poem.

WALT’S IMAGE:

CLOUD FILLED SKY

Clarity is a rarity,

patches of blue shine through

vaporous mists, floating suspended,

a never-ending journey never touching down.

Thoughts muddled in mind and heart

find a way to start, an expression

to soar, confused no more.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

***

LAURIE’S IDEA:

GRASSLESS FIELD
 
a sprint from home to track
when news too much to bear
chases her, a wasted thief
 
kneels in grassless field
and waits for steady breathing,
sweat nourishment for desert floor
 
so close the dirt a glove
for fingers sinking down
her asylum, one with earth
 
a fortune doomed childless
as barren as this paddock- –
she looks into the sky and screams
© Copyright Laurie Kolp – 2014

BRILLIANT BLOOMS #150 AND ENGLYN

We were to remake ourselves while retaining one trait of our character. A difficult choice was presented to select just one thing. And yet, you have all risen above the challenge. Sometimes change is good. Sometimes we are resistant to change. But some things never change. It’s Saturday and we’re picking BLOOMS:

WALT’S SELECTION:

The one thing I was curious about in choosing this prompt was not so much what we would retain, but if anyone would stand firm. The one such poem/poet was reticent to change. I found Vivienne Blake’s RESISTANCE TO CHANGE to be exactly what I expected. We live according to our convictions and after doing it well into our years, we’re happier with our choices, than looking for something new. Vivienne, this is your Bloom.

RESISTANCE TO CHANGE by Vivienne Blake

I’d change my age for a kick-off:
fifty was a good age for me,
and probably keep the white hair
It’s easy to manage and suits me.

I might be happier if I were
less obstinate, more phlegmatic,
had long slim legs and less embonpoint.
But those things don’t really matter.

What I wouldn’t change for a fortune
is the creativity with which I’ve been blessed:
cooking, quilting and crafting,
music, painting, poeming and such.
They’ve given me too much pleasure
to want to change that.

© Copyright Vivienne Blake – 2014

***

BENJAMIN’S RATIONALE:

I’ve had the great pleasure of co-hosting this week here at CREATIVE BLOOMINGS. Although the real pleasure was being able to read your words and precious hearts.

Well, from the beginning until the end, this has been quite a journey. If you’ve ever hunted for a needle in a haystack, that’s what it’s like picking a bloom for the week. But if you managed to write a poem at all, you deserve a bloom. It’s poetry month after all folks!

After much pondering, wading, sifting, reading and re-reading it came down to the finalists. And then it boiled down to which poem touched me the most. For that, I would like to bestow the honor of bloom to Erin Kay Hope. For her excellent poem “unbreakable, unchangeable” for it’s simplicity and spirit. Good job Erin.

UNBREAKABLE, UNCHANGEABLE BY Erin Kay Hope

I can be broken, I admit,
I can be twisted, changed, possessed,
I can be beat, made to forget:
Just apply direct force and press.

Like most people, I’ll break in time,
If pushed, I’ll no longer be me;
They can take my hope, joy, rhyme,
They can take everything from me…

Except for these words: “I love you”,
They can’t change the fact that my heart
Belongs to you and only you:
They can’t change or break love apart.

© Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2014

***

WALT’S INFORM POETS BLOOM:

It is also fitting that my choice for the INFORM POETS Bloom, was a challenge in every respect. Accepting the challenge and moving forward offers interesting results. A slight reluctance to attempt the form finally produced excellent results. Claudette Young comes in with THE CHALLENGE.

THE CHALLENGE by Claudette Young

And within a measured beat,
For all that I felt the heat,
I must always be discreet.

Not that I want to seem intransigent,
Acquiescent is for me
Much more unlikely, you see.

Once upon a middling time,
A request was made for rhyme.
I saw no chance to excel—
A choice; repel fast or climb.

Copyright © Claudette Young  2014

***

BENJAMIN’S INFORM POETS WINNER:

Congratulations to all those who ventured out into the territory of poetry form for this week. They were very tricky little birds if you got your hands dirty. I would like to give the honor of bloom to Hannah Gosselin for her mastery of the Englyn Penfyr form. Her poem really stood out to me. When I read it, the form seemed to disappear in the beauty of the words. And for that, you have my selection. Great work Hannah.

ELEGY FOR THE ALWAYS MISSING MOST AGGRAVATING by Hannah Gosselin

We suffer your death perpetually
continuously you die
you are the means to our life.

For him departure’s an emergency,
mysteriously missing
lost again while we’re kissing…

The door’s a threshold to insanity,
profanities – scramble – search…
truly, it makes my head hurt.

Perched on the hope of reincarnation
echolocation employed,
all our expertise deployed.

We upturn the cushions, dedicated.
Satiated not – we search,
even the unlikely perch…

There’s no place escaping exploration,
desperation won this round;
you’re nowhere to be found.

Solution’s given conceptually,
eventually he’ll ply
spare you from endless demise.

If he’d but treat you habitually,
continually – be nice…
place his keys in same spot twice?

One day there will be true accomplishment
acknowledgment properly…
till then – heartfelt elegy.

Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

 

CONGRATULATIONS TO VIVIENNE, CLAUDETTE, ERIN AND HANNAH ON YOR SELECTIONS.

POET INTERVIEW – DEBI SWIM

DEBI SWIM

DEBI SWIM

 

When I ask folks if they would allow me the honor of interviewing them, the response sometimes shows surprising reluctance.  Today’s guest, Debi Swim, is one of the hesitant ones.  It took a bit of coaxing to talk her into the fact that our Creative Bloomings community would be ever-so-pleased to get to know the talented lady behind the poetry.   Continue reading

INFORM POETS – ENGLYN

Englyn (plural englynion) is a traditional Welsh and Cornish short poem form. It uses quantitative meters, involving the counting of syllables, and rigid patterns of rhyme and half rhyme. Each line contains a repeating pattern of consonants and accent known as cynghanedd. There are eight types of englynion. We’ll highlight three.

The earliest englynion, for instance, are written in three-line stanzas, each line of seven syllables, with a single end rhyme, thus:

_ _ _ _ _ _ a
_ _ _ _ _ _ a
_ _ _ _ _ _ a

The englyn penfyr, with a more elaborate rhyme scheme. In this form, the first line is 10 syllables long, and the second and third are seven syllables each. The final word of the first line must be polysyllabic and must rhyme with the first word of the second line. The second and third lines have end rhyme:

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ a
a _ _ _ _ _ b
_ _ _ _ _ _ b

The three-line englyn evolved into a four-line stanza. Perhaps the most common is the englyn cyrch, four seven-syllable lines of which lines one, two and four rhyme and the end of line three has an internal rhyme in line four:

_ _ _ _ _ _ a
_ _ _ _ _ _ a
_ _ _ _ _ _ b
_ _ _ b _ _ a

Try any variation of the Englyn.

 

WALT’S ENGLYNION:

LOVE ENGLYNION

In the shadows of the night,
two lovers stand , both in sight
of each others hearts. They light

the path of life they have chosen to stride,
Bride-to-be and her young man
facing futures hand-in-hand.

Obstacles may block the way,
but face them not with dismay.
Walk in courage and be strong,
take love along from this day.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

*** Stanza one is a standard three-line Englyn, stanza two is an Englyn Penfyr, and stanza three is a four-line Englyn cyrch.

***

BENJAMIN’S ENGLYN PENFYR:

EYE CANDY

As rain drizzles down luxuriantly;
esuriant eyes soon bask,
in her fresh dew…hopes it lasts.

(C) Copyright Benjamin Thomas – 2014

PROMPT #150 – SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE: GUEST HOST – BENJAMIN THOMAS

Our Guest Host is as prolific as he is talented. Spanning a wide range of topics, forms and styles, I’ve looked forward to his joining me for this week. You see him post as poetryshack, you know him as Benjamin Thomas. Welcome Benjamin!

***

POET BENJAMIN THOMAS

POET
BENJAMIN THOMAS

Benjamin Thomas was born and raised in the great state of Ohio, Buckeye country, as they say.  He currently resides in Dayton, OH (Go Flyers!) where he has spent the last 18 years going to school and working in the field of physical therapy.  He is happily married to the love of his life and has two little bustling, bumbling, tumbling whippersnappers that he chases when he is not at work.   He first began writing poetry in 1995, then took a long hiatus until Fall 2010 when he mysteriously discovered Writer’s digest’s Poetic Asides poem-a-day (PAD) challenge and met poets from all  places including our own Walt Wojtanik and Marie E. Good.  

***

PROMPT #150 – “SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE”

Consider this: The government has declared that upon the first of May, you must change everything about yourself. You can retain only one feature, characteristic or character trait. Poem about that one constant. Prove that some things never change.

WALT’S PART:

THEY LEFT MY SMILE

They took my time,
they took my rhyme.
They took my money,
they took my soul.
They too my heart.
they took control.
They took my dignity.
They took my resolve.
They left me with my smile.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

 
***

BENJAMIN’S BIT:

CHANGE ME NOT

Change me, change me not.
Gut the interior,
but I’ll keep one spot.
Skin me silly,
extract all muscle strap.
Pluck each nerve, and remove the thinking cap.
But I’ll keep my funny bones please.
And yes, they’re all funny.
Just ask mister humerus.
Who’s contagiously hilarious
and always very humorous.
Procrastination, slowness
they can all take it back.
The warranty still valid
“defective”, there’s been a crack.
How slow is slow?
Like slow-freezing molasses,
with the speed of a centipede
wading through the grasses.
I’m laughin’ til’ the cows come home,
when I’m splittin’ grins in my sleep.
And these funny bones are chucklin’ hard,
still rumbling six feet deep.
So change me, change me not,
gut the interior,
but I’ll keep
that spot.

(C) Copyright Benjamin Thomas – 2014