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

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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!

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

A SLIGHT DELAY

Sorry for the delay in announcing the Blooms. This has been  hectic Easter season and I will not be able to get to my computer until later. It will be later in the day, but it will come. Thank you for your patience!

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.

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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!

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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.  

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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

 
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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