BRILLIANT BLOOMS PROMPT #157 AND QUINTELLA

Another week under our belts and another guest host left pulling out her hair trying to choose only one recipient for the Bloom. That’s no lie! Thanks to Linda Hofke for her help and follicular sacrifice this week! And since we’re writing about lies, that contradiction leads us into the awards:

WALT’S CHOICES:

I read through this week’s work, and when I came to this poet’s piece, I heard Billy Joel’s “The Stranger” play in my head. Sometimes people do all they can to alter their look, wearing a mask to fool others. And themselves. And as Poe wrote and Laurie Kolp confirms, the heart is tell-tale. Laurie earns this Bloom for “Heart, Capsulized”.

HEART CAPSULIZED by Lauirie Kolp

you can change
how fast you age
with bleached white teeth

and pumped up lips
permanently painted
hot pink or red

how your
skin appears
with fake tans

not to mention
hair dyed to hide
unwanted gray

but there’s nothing,
not a pill, that will
ever change your
thoughtless heart

© Copyright Laurie Kolp – 2014

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And as is my prerogative, I have decided to award a second Bloom to Caludette J. Young for the innovative and well received ne form which rightfully bears the name, the Claudelle, demonstrated in her piece,

THERE’S ALWAYS TOMORROW by Claudette J Young

Today begins with agenda filled
with have-to’s and musts
all lined up, threatening to spill
over into midnight’s thrusts
onto tomorrow’s threshold.

Time flies from window’s sill
to circle the sky’s limits for
accomplishing more still,
emergency tasks that bore
down on my unexpectedly.

Items pushed back to simmer
on a stove boiling over with work
inch forward, each a small glimmer
of hope for one sitting in agenda’s murk,
who know not enough hours exist,

and at trail’s end of day
there’s always tomorrow
come what may.

© Claudette J. Young 2014

I hope Claudette will allow us to use her form some Wednesday. (hint, hint)

***

INFORM POETS:

For the Quintella, I found the piece by Connie Peters very entertaining as it describes in very visual terms the movements of alpacas in a “dance” . The last line in the stanzas ties the poem together nicely.

 

THE ALPACA DANCE

Your partners are all set to prance.
Long legs, big eyes, thick fur. And hums.
You’ll brush them now from neck to bums.
If you’re willing to take the chance.
Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

So listen here, I’ll teach the stance.
Right arm blocks head, avoid the spit.
Left brushes high and low a bit.
Watch out, they’ll look at you askance.
Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

I’ll warn you now in great advance.
To kick at you, it’s spiteful goal.
Push bum and scoot around the pole.
Brush fast while it holds still perchance.
Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

The fiber grows your friend’s finance.
Remove the sticks, the hay, the burrs.
Then time to shear. The cries! The whirs!
They look like deer now, at first glance.
Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

I’ll tell you now, it’s not romance.
Watch where you step, it’s all not hay.
Yes, you have earned your meal today.
Now, watch them run in the expanse.
Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

© Copyright Connie L. Peters – 2014

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LINDA’S DECISIONS:

Who knew a prompt about lies would produce so much variation? I enjoyed all of them, but (after much deliberation) narrowed it down to two poems. Then I kept swinging back and forth between the two–this one, no that one, no this one–like a pendulum. How appropriate that in the end I decided on a poem full of time references. My first Bloom goes to Salvatore Buttaci for his poem “The Lie of the Spin”.

THE LIE OF THE SPIN

ignore or stare down
the clock’s three hands
Waving full circles
while we spin
obliviously like
the vitruvian man
plastered against the wheel

we mourn those
whose clocks stopped
but lie how life goes on
as if we survivors
are immune to that death
cruelly claiming others
while we go on living

we kid ourselves thinking
our days are not numbered
the mirror lies to us
says we’re young as we feel
Says the glint in our eye’s still there
Says there’s snow on the rooftop
but the furnace burns bright

so we go on spinning
breezing through a lifetime
fooled by the clock’s slow hands
flying by unscathed by truth
then at the end we look back
and all those lies return
in an inescapable deathbed vertigo

© Copyright – Salvatore Buttaci – 2014

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The quintella form poems, with their rhyme and meter, were so fun to read. Read aloud the words roll gently off the tongue and flow into the air like song. Very early on I had a favorite but after going back to read all the poems once again, one blew me away with how the meter worked beautifully. There is a steady beat like footsteps and then a stumble of that beat at the end which matches perfectly with the story. My beautiful in-form Bloom goes to Sara McNulty for “The Adventurous Hat”.

THE ADVENTUROUS HAT by Sara McNulty

You raced far down a street to seek
my tan suede hat from which I peeked
with just a fringe of hair that showed
from underneath a brim that bowed.
Until a gust of wind did streak

beneath the hat, and off it sailed.
You were determined to prevail,
so chased that hat, and grabbed the edge.
Just then it touched down on a ledge.
I watched you skid – oh no, a nail!

© Copyright Sara McNulty – 2014

CONGRATULATIONS Laurie, Claudette, Connie, Salvatore, and Sara on your Blooms.

Great work everyone!

 

23 thoughts on “BRILLIANT BLOOMS PROMPT #157 AND QUINTELLA

  1. Congrats to the brilliant blooms this week – Laurie, Claudsy, Connie, Sara & Salvatore! Well done!

  2. Each one a gem, from lol funny to serious and poignant. Congrats to Laurie, Claudsy, Connie, Salvatore and Sara!

  3. I just got home from a writing conference and logged on to see who received Blooms from Walt. I wanted to see if he had, perhaps, picked my second choices for his Blooms. He didn’t. That’s not to say that they aren’t perfectly good choices. There were so MANY fabulous poems this week. But this goes to show that when sending things off to editors, everyone has their own preferences. What one likes the other may put aside in favor of something else. If you are one of the poets here who sends work out to literary journals, keep that in mind. A rejection does not mean your work wasn’t good but that it wasn’t a “match” or they already had something similiar or whatever reason.

    Thanks for letting me be a guest host this week. I got a glimpse of what it is like to work on an editorial staff. It’s not as easy as it seems, especially if you have to narrow it down to ONE on each day. (I jokingly told Walt that if I were an editor I’d end up bald from pulling hairs out.) And I felt like a total meanie every time I had to toss another great poem out of the running (and I STILL feel bad.). With the quintella the final decision came down to reading the poems out loud. Sara’s flowed a bit better than my original choice. If I could have I would have given three Blooms on each day but, hey, rules are rules.

    Thanks for all the great reading material. You all rock!

  4. Oh, my. Thank you so much, Walt, for my Bloom. I feel so blessed to have made the cut among this group of fabulous poets.

    And thank you, Linda, for co-hosting this week’s mania. Hold onto your hair, girl, I can tell you from personal experience that age thins it without any help from indecision. :)

    And thank you to all the poets who graced this week with their brilliance. I’m always so delighted by the talent spent here and shared so freely.

  5. Congratulations to all the brilliant bloomers this week …Laurie, Claudsy, Sara, Sal, and Connie…wonderful work all! And Linda – you did a superb job co-hosting and judging. Thanks for writing a bit about how hard it is to “choose”…I remember thinking the week I did it, much as I enjoyed sharing the gardening hut with Walt, I didn’t like “playing God” at the end quite so much at all. It did give me a better appreciation for editors though, and the whole rejection process. It can be pretty capricious I think…

    I just finished a round of Sixfold’s competition where writers/poets critique each others work (blindly) in 3 rounds of competition with the aim being to get much (hopefully helpful) feedback on your work, and possibly, win the contest and/or at least be published in that particular round’s publication. The first time I tried this competition…I only made it past the first round and only got one useful commentary or critique – I was discouraged but, it was a very helpful critique. This time I made it to round two and got ten critiques, at least seven of which I feel are valuable – if for no other reason, they point out consistently where my poems are strong and where they’re weak. For a $3 entry fee, I figure, this is pretty good value for the money.

    And she’s off…sorry, didn’t mean to go off on a tangent but when we start talking about rejection, I thought when I just received ten examples of why people did or didn’t like the same 5 poems, I got a glimpse of how my stuff must be received when it lands on an editor’s desk and wanted to share it here. It IS somewhat capricious and really, should never be taken personally. My same poem went from, “I love this, it’s exquisite – don’t change a word” (I am paraphrasing, but you get the gist) to…for the same poem(s)…”Your poems have potential but try not to rely on using clichés in them.” (I am not paraphrasing that last…this person only made that one comment to cover all five poems.) So, you can see how it might go. Okay, going now. Thanks again Linda and Walt…and congrats again to all the winners.

  6. Congratulations to Laurie, Connie, Salvatore, and Sara, and special congratulations to Claudette for her Claudelle. The muses were really jumping. Thanks also, Linda, for your attentiveness and sensitivity, and for your hair.

  7. I just realized I hadn’t congratulated the other winner. Silly me. I was too stunned at the time, I guess. You all had such marvelous poems, Laurie, Connie, Sal and Sara. You all inspire me each week. I couldn’t do have as much without the examples presented me each week. Thank you all so much.

  8. Superb choices Walt and Linda! Sara, Claudette, Sal, Laurie and Connie, the picks were well deserved for thoughts well written. Linda, I enjoyed your hosting this week and your replies to the wonderful offerings, as well as your lead on each prompt. Walt…this is a lot of work that takes a lot of passion…thanks for all you do.

  9. Oh, how I love the poets here at Bloomings. I miss you all so very much. I’m not completely missing … just a mostly silent and sporadic observer. But my heart leaps when I read the posts out here. You put a smile on my lips, a chuckle in my chest, and tears in my eyes. Love you all!

    Walt: I can’t thank you enough for keeping the fires burning long and bright. I just truly can’t thank you enough. <3

  10. I agree. Though I can’t take part every week the thing that keeps me coming back here is the encouragement and sense of community. Thank you, Walt, (and everyone) for that.

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