INFORM POETS – RYŪKA

You’re probably thinking to yourself: “NOT ANOTHER JAPANESE SHORT FORM???”

Sure, why not. Today we’re presenting the RYŪKA.
 
The RYŪKA is an untitled poem usually consisting of four units
(often treated as separate stand alone lines when romanized or translated)
standardly with the following pattern of onji (sounds, syllables):
8-8-8-6, 
where as, the Japanese Tanka is 5-7-5-7-7. 
 
There are other variations of Ryūka such as
7-5-8-6 or
5-5-8-6 or
longer Ryūka with 8-8-8-8-8-8-8…-6.

SARA’S SELECTION:  (three different examples):

Petals of apricot roses
texture of velvet puppy ears
fragrance floats, scents air around you
spring turning to summer

(8/8/8/6)

Stormy blue ocean, whitecaps
air is thick with salt
seagulls squawk, flapping wings fill sky
thunder blasts warning

(7/5/8/6)

Neon whizzes past
green, blue, and ruby
hummingbirds discover feeder
needled beaks poke nectar

(5/5/8/6)

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WALTER’S WORDS (three separate Ryūka):

Witness the beauty of nature
in boundless glory we behold
created to be cherished; loved
worshiped above all else
(8,8,8,6)

in the clearing herons land
long flight has ended
rest has come to wings of passion
soon to resume journey
(7, 5,8,6)
 
serenity lives
beneath the bright sun
lovers find strength in her warmth; light
caresses touch their hearts
(5,5,8,6)

PROMPT #182 – IN THE ZONE

We’ve all heard of someone having a comfort zone. To our own extent we all have one. It’s a place where the planets align, we feel connected and the world and words flow through us. All is write with the world. That’s not a typo. We as writers have our own “zone”. It’s the place where we write our best poems. It is a certain subject about which we write. It can be a particular form that gets our expression through every time. Maybe we write with a purple pen (wink, wink), or we wait until the house is quiet where our muse is waiting. We all have a comfort zone.

Today’s prompt is to use a similar example or find something that gives you comfort or makes you comfortable when you’re writing poetry. Write your poem about your space and what brings the best out of you. Get in the zone and write what it feels like. We’d like to know.

SARA’S SPACE:

OUTDOOR INSPIRATION

Glides to and fro,
my backyard swing,
as if it knows
the rhythm it brings

matches my heartbeats,
catches a breeze–
even in afternoon heat.
My pad on lap, upraised knees.

If I need inspiration,
garden statues are on hand–
White Rabbit’s postulations,
Mad Hatter’s brand of grand.

I envision a wacky tea party,
guests dressed in yellow bows
laughing, drinking–some tardy–
as I glide to and fro.

 

INDOOR INSPIRATION

Two
dogs
dreaming
next to me on couch.
Pillow on my lap, pad resting
on top, thick-lined, fresh page,

waiting for my pen to write
purple words and thoughts conjured

from imagination, daydreams,
and real life’s present sights.

(C) Sara McNulty – 2016

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WALTER’S ESCAPE:

PEACEFUL EASY FEELING

I sit in the Lazy Boy,
making it earn its name,
playing this game of find
the poem in the minutia.
One foot on the floor gentling
rocking, undulating while waiting
for my words to hum. Earl Grey
steaming in the cup beside me.
It provides me with the peace I seek.
With each sip I take, I break
the silence of my mind. Every time.
My rhyme finds its place,
and it fills my space perfectly.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

MOTHERS, THE TREASURES OF THE WORLD

Today is celebrated as Mother’s Day.

Though not officially a prompt, POETIC BLOOMINGS offers you the opportunity to pay homage to your moms, either with a personal comment or a bit of poetics telling the world what makes your Mom the best for which you could have wished.

Whether you are still blessed by your mother’s presence or basking in your heartfelt memories of her, give mom her due. Just our way of saying:

WE LOVE YOU MOM!

PROMPT #180 – “IT’S A WONDERFUL POEM!”

You are George Bailey. Write a poem of the world without you. Draw on your accomplishments and tell the effect not achieving them had on you or people around you. Tell how your life has touched another in some way. Be boastful. Be self-deprecating. But remove yourself from the equation that solicited the life you have lived.

A WORLD WITHOUT WALT:

 

LET IT SNOW?

snowed in

Thankfully this is NOT Walt’s door. I think…

While Walt’s in the throes of the lake-effect snows, and freezing white fluff stacks above his ‘stached nose, and he wails of the woes of his poor frigid toes: his internet service just froze.

It all blows.

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Have you SEEN the photos and reports of the Buffalo area? Poor Walt! And who is he thinking of? He’s thinking of you all, as you gather out here in the warm garden to pick up the In-form Poet Wednesday prompt and root out your poetic responses. Well, how about if we use these next few days to simply write poems that will pile up higher than the lake-effect snow, and warm his heart when he finally digs out.

Hugs across the miles to him, and to you all!

Marie Elena

INFORM POETS – HADRON

“A quark is an elementary particle and a fundamental constituent of all matter. Quarks combine to form composite particles, the most stable of which are protons and neutrons which join to form hadrons, the heart of atomic nuclei.”

To a poet, words are our quarks, and when joined together they form elementary poetry. A HADRON is an untitled poetic form consisting of just twelve words. The fundamental of brevity is the key. It offers two random glimpses of complimentary thoughts, (the proton and neutron) to form our hadron poem. Created by Walt Wojtanik.

LINE 1: Use two words to set the subject.
LINE 2: Three words that relate directly to subject of LINE 1
LINE 3: two words completing the thought begun on LINE 2, describing it.

The next three lines convey a new thought related to the first in an abstract way:

LINE 4: Two descriptive rhyming words
LINE 5: One word setting up the action conveyed in
LINE 6.

No passion.
Empty hearts lacking
love’s backing.
Unfulfilled, chilled;
shaken,
not stirred

© Walt Wojtanik

Heavy burden.
Weights on shoulders
like boulders.
Aching, breaking;
quaking,
knees shaking.

© Walt Wojtanik

Race cars.
On track winners;
wheel spinners.
Inviting, exciting;
real
nail biting.

© Walt Wojtanik

Poets ponder
words to express;
to excess.
Daring pairings;
preparing
to rhyme.

© Walt Wojtanik

INFORM POETS – SENRYÛ

A short Japanese style poem, similar to haiku in structure: three lines with 17 or fewer total “syllables”, however, senryû tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryû are often cynical or darkly humorous and satiric while haiku are serious.

WALT’S SENRYÛ:

In darkness of night
soft seductive shadows fall,
upon window shade

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

rice wine invades
all sense of balance gone
saki to me

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

artist painting
scenes of nature
saved for future’s gaze

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

PROMPT #164 – COLOUR MY WORLD

During your travels today/this week. Listen for colorful words that we all use to spice up our language. Fill your poem with the spectrum of this laguage. It could be a poem about a color, or just some very descriptive adjectives that help say things in a bold way.

WALT’S PRELIMINARY POEM:

WICKER

A wide array of tans and beiges,
all with names that span the range.
It’s strange that all these lighter browns
are found to be so different.
Vinyl siding in all shades has made
me quite perplexed; quite sicker.
My house once green for all these years,
is now a lovely “wicker”!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – FOLLOW THE LEADER

July 9th – You can learn a lot at camp. Skills and crafts, survival and leadership. Write about leadership. The virtue, or some person you consider a leader. You could write about being lead or following a leader. Put your best foot forward and we’ll be right behind you. 

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 8 – POET CAMP

July 7 – INTENSE IN TENTS

July 6 – HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH

July 5 – DID YOU HEAR THAT?

July 4 – NIGHT LIGHTS OVER THE LAKE

 

GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – ADVENTURES

Title: Campsite View Location: Lake Chicot State Park, AR Damon Dean

Title: Campsite View
Location: Lake Chicot State Park, AR
Damon Dean

July 1stThe sun creeps up above the horizon, the flag is raised and the bugler should be stuffed in a pillow case and shoved under a bunk. It’s the first day of Poetry Camp. Attention Campers!

Good Morning! For today’s prompt, you are asked to write a camping memory from some point in your life. Maybe you went camping as a family? Possibly, you had attended Band Camp or Scout Camp or Computer Camp. A group of your friends rented a cabin and you partied in the wilderness. Start this camping experience with a blast from your past!