GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – BACK TO NORMAL

July 31 - And so we return to our daily lives, refreshed and ready to resume where June had left us. What is the first thing you will do now that camp is over? Do you need a vacation from your vacation? What actually is normal? What is your normal? Write it.

We will be going back to our normal routine at Creative Bloomings as well. The Sunday Seed will be planted on August 2nd. The Inform Poets Wednesday feature will resume on August 6th. The Blooms will be chosen on Saturday. If anyone has not served as Guest Host and would like to take their turn (if you gratefully declined because you had plans when you were asked, please let me know) Otherwise, I’ll be flying solo from here on out until I figure the course to follow.

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 30 – “GOODBYE, FAREWELL AND AMEN”

July 29 – I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME

July 28 – IT’S A DAY

July 27 – BARREL OF MONKEYS

July 26 – THREE-LEGGED RACE

THANK YOU TO HANNAH GOSSELIN FOR HER CREATIVE BADGE FOR THE

CREATIVE BLOOMINGS CAMP GRANADA JULY P.A.D.

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GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – “GOODBYE, FAREWELL AND AMEN”

July 30 - Not the last day of the month, but we say our adieu to Camp Granada today. Write a goodbye poem to the camp, your mates, something specifically, or just to Summer in general (it will be over before we know it!) No need to be maudlin or melancholy. There must have been something (someone) to whom a goodbye is due! REMINDER: There will be a final prompt to close out July tomorrow!

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 29 – I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME

July 28 – IT’S A DAY

July 27 – BARREL OF MONKEYS

July 26 – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME

July 29 –  Now that we’ve spent nearly a month at camp, we found many things to appreciate here to have the thought of not wanting to head home just yet. Even if you’re not usually a “camper” there must have been something you’ve likes about the experience. Revisit that one thing that made you a “Happy Camper”. Give the connotation a good light for a change.

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 28 – IT’S A DAY

July 27 – BARREL OF MONKEYS

July 26 – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

July 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)

GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – IT’S A DAY

July 28 - As we wind down to the final days of “Camp”, today is an Event Day! What day is it? Invent a special celebration for today and write a poem about it. “Packing” Day? “hashtag” Day? Make it a day and poem!

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 27 – BARREL OF MONKEYS

July 26 – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

July 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)

July 23 – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – BARREL OF MONKEYS

July 27 - In the children’s game “Barrel of Monkeys” you tried to link the arms of the monkeys to make a chain. Following the linking exercise of yesterday, we continue Haiku style.

We will link haiku together (renga). I will offer a start below. You will continue the chain, or you can start a new chain at any time. If you choose to continue a chain, you must include the previous section that you are linking to. Include at the bottom a reference  to who had contributed to the chain so when the “last link” is added the chain will be complete, and the combined authors will get recognition. The last contributor will get to title the renga. A current chain will be very obvious from that aspect. A new beginning will stand on its own as well. These are always a lot of fun. So join hands and play along! (But leave the Kumbaya at the campfire!)

A beginning:

morning arises
offering hope for the day
new awakenings

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 26 – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

July 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)

July 23 – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

July 22 – CAMP DANCE; SUMMER ROMANCE

GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 26 - Remember three-legged races? Two legs tied together and an awkward run for the finish line? Today we’re doing the poetic version. A three stanza poem where the last word or line begins the next stanza. Any length on any subject. Just tie it together and head for the finish line.

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

July 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)

July 23 – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

July 22 – CAMP DANCE; SUMMER ROMANCE

July 21 – SCAVENGER HUNT

BOKETTO AS A POETIC FORM

This is a discussion, a trial. A poetic …aside? (Sorry Robert!)

I thank our poetic friend, Meena Rose for introducing me to the discipline of Boketto. I have been thinking about how to translate this into a poetic form.

Boketto is a Japanese word that really doesn’t translate into English very well. The idea behind Boketto is staring at the sky or into the distance without a thought… Getting lost in one’s own self; removing the self from a place mentally. There is no regard to the past and no concern for the future. There is only THIS moment. The Boketto can be a very personal poem, or can be one of a random observation.

The Boketto consists of two stanzas, One of five lines (30 syllables – 7,7,7,4,5) and a three line (17 syllables – two seven syllable lines and a three syllable line which becomes a refain if a string of Boketto are written).

A variation of the Boketto can make use of two (three) ancient Japanese forms, the Tanka and the Haiku (Senryu). The moment of which you write will determine the choice. (Haiku – nature; Senryu – anything else).

Examples:
WHITE NOISE

The air is filled with static,
a bombardment of senses
meant to irritate; annoy.
There is no joy,
this moment must cease.

I must escape in my mind,
hoping to find inner peace.
No relief.

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

Variation on Boketto:

SOLACE IN SELF

I am imprisoned,
lost in this moment in time.
I am writing rhyme
hoping to vacate this shell
and become one with my words.

not a sound is heard
silence becomes an ally
setting the soul free

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

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I’m looking for feedback on this idea for a new form. Please try it and let me know if it is workable. Is there an ease in its construction? Does it convey the essence of Boketto? This does not tie into the Granada Camp poems, although feel free to use the form for a future prompt. We may do something with it in the future if it works out. Thanks in advance for giving it a look! Walt.