Category Archives: imagination

10 June 2012

WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE – PROMPT #59

By Poetic Bloomings

This week our journey through the elements brings us to WATER.

Write a WATER poem. Anything liquid or water in any state, will satisfy the thirst of our parched poetic palettes. If it’s potable, make it notable!

Let your ideas flow. Water you waiting for?

MARIE ELENA’S LIQUIDITY:

I THIRST
John 4:14 “… but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst.”
 
For this I’ve learned – we’re not immune
To dampened dreams beneath the moon
Where love lies fallow, barren, spent;
Where thirsting hearts are spurned and rent.

My Jesus, quench my burning need
And to your living water, lead
Where charred remains of love are nursed;
Where hearts will thrive and never thirst.

WALT’S FLOW:

MIRAGE

There’s no beating the heat,
it comes replete with perspiration
as your inspiration. Arid and dry,
tricking your eye to see the sea
of trouble you’re in for if your
thirst is not quenched, not
to mention the tension of visions
you can not explain. It looks like it rained,
a respite with puddles, an oasis
of all places. Running in a sprint,
the glint off of the water wins out.
You lower your mouth for the sip you seek…
you’ll be up spitting that sand for a week.

388 comments | posted in imagination, Inspiration, prompt, Water

1 April 2012

“AND SOMETIMES I WEAR A CAPE.” – PROMPT #49

By Poetic Bloomings

This week, we use prompt superpowers to summon a quote from mike Maher.: “And sometimes I wear a cape.” Wouldn’t we all love to have a superhero cape in our closet, for use whenever we had the need? Where would your energy be funneled if you indeed wore a cape? Head for the nearest telephone booth, don your cape, and meet us here with your super poem.

MARIE ELENA’S STAB:
A WOMAN’S PREROGATIVE

Once in the super hero store,
I chose a cape and tights (size 4).
The clerk was rude
She did allude
To my being obese.

She asked how I will use
These powers that I choose
Said I, on cue,
“To squeeze in to
These tights.  And for world peace.”

MY WALTER EGO:

LOVE IS MY KRYPTONITE

Love weakens my knees,
and my head gets light,
those bullets won’t bounce
in a raucous knife fight,

My tights get torn
and I can’t seem to fly
when the love bug strikes
I’m just a regular guy.

My x-ray eyes blur and
I just can’t see a thing
thanks to this
romantic fling.

I guess I’ll remain just a “paper” boy,
you’ve hit me with love…a dirty ploy!

284 comments | posted in imagination, power, prompt

8 January 2012

PHOTO PROMPT – PROMPT #37

By Poetic Bloomings

This week we offer this photograph as your inspiration. Write what you glean from it.

Marie’s Interpretation:

GILDED MUSE

Glimmer of notion
        Fluid reflection
        Lucid flow

 

Walt’s Glimpse:

SKIPPING STONES

Dancing across serenity,
wreaking havoc on placidity.
A stone thrown, glances the surface
and curses the setting sun.
No one sees her fall; only the call
of outward ripples broadcasting,
touching everything on all shores.

132 comments | posted in imagination, Inspiration, Photo Prompt, Water

2 October 2011

WITHER GOEST THOU KEVIN BACON? – PROMPT #23

By Poetic Bloomings

Kevin Bacon

The Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon is a trivia game based on the concept that any individual can be linked through their film roles to Kevin Bacon. This week we are not asking you to write a poem about Kevin Bacon. But we are connecting all of your poems by these six words: lonely, energy, headlines, wander, music and joke. Use these six words in your poem; you’ll only be separated by your muse.

Marie’s Effort:

UNTITLED

For the first time in my life, I know
What loneliness feels like.
Sounds like.
Tastes like.
Nervous energy follows wanderlust.
Dismal music accompanies ominous headlines
That play as a round in my psyche,
And leave a peculiar tang on my lips.
I discharge a recurrent mechanical laugh…
Everything is a joke.

Walt’s Degree:

LOOKING FOR THE TRUTH

If you search the headlines
you know it’s not a joke.
Don’t waste your energy,
The answers are in the music.
The lovers who wander
are the only lonely people.

50 comments | posted in imagination, Server

14 August 2011

PROMPT #16 – PLAYING FAVORITES #2

By Poetic Bloomings


There is always a lyric from a song that stays with you. It could be from a favorite song, or a song you hear again after a few years that has you singing along. It might be a church hymn or a commercial jingle; any song really. Choose a line from that song (or the song title) as the title of your poem. Do not interpret the song. Make it new; make it yours. This is a favorite exercise of mine. Let’s see what music is in you that inspires. For our “Playlist”, do identify the song and artist.

Marie Elena’s haiku for Week 16:

Over the rainbow,
We hold hands and click our heels.
There’s no place like home.

This, of course, inspired by “Over the Rainbow,” Judy Garland’s signature song, by Arlen and Harburg. Thankfully, my husband is every bit as much the homebody as I.

 

Walt’s Lyric worth noting:

HOWLING AT THE MOON LIKE A SLACK JAWED FOOL

 

I sing my songs to you.

My words melt like butter in your mouth

and their taste leaves you sweetened and satisfied.

It seems I’ve tried to serenade you in every way

except what would eventually reach your ears.

My aural intrusion bringing thoughts to you

that you never knew possible. An impassible

blockade, battered now to allow my melodies

access to your battle-worn heart. And my words,

dripping, honeyed and spoon-fed, sticking

to your ravaged soul. They have taken their toll

as the maddening moonlight entices my muse.

I bay at its brilliance; my dalliance

brought to bare under the star-filled night.

Only fools fall!

~ from “BEG, STEAL OR BORROW” by Ray LaMontagne

66 comments | posted in ideas, imagination, Inspiration, Music, prompt, Uncategorized

10 August 2011

IN-FORM POET: Poesia di Tema

By Poetic Bloomings

Poesia di Tema
Original poetic form by Marie Elena Good

I’ve titled my new form “Poesia di Tema,” which is Italian for “Themed Poetry.”

Elements of the form:

1. Title (required).
2. Rhyme is not required, but may be used.
3. All lines must be the same number of syllables (maximum of 12 syllables per line), and single-spaced.
4. Following a one-line space at the end of the poem, state the theme of the poem.
5. The theme and title lines must equal the same number of syllables per poetic line.
6. Poems may be solemn or humorous.
7. The ultimate Poesia di Tema includes an element of surprise or lesson in the theme.

Marie’s Example (8-syllable count)

The Pretty Mighty Spider Web

How is it that this teensy bug
with eight legs and an ugly mug
can build a home of wispy strand
that’s beautiful, and so well planned
that gale-force winds can whip through town,
but even they can’t knock it down?

Not All That’s Dainty is Feeble

Walt’s Feeble Attempt:

IN THE DISTANCE THE LIGHT SHINES

A beacon, horizon’s light
shines bright in the cool, dark night.
Ships pass, their fog horns alert,
announcing their position.
The waves dance lightly, the sands
shifting with every cycle.

The night offers her comfort.

90 comments | posted in Features, imagination, In-Form Poet, Inspiration, Instruction, Poetic Forms, prompt

2 July 2011

BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – PROMPT #9

By Poetic Bloomings

As we return to terra firma, it has been a refreshing week of outta sight poetry here at POETIC BLOOMINGS. All of our amazing poets stretched their muses and imaginations and boldly went where few have gone before. In reading this week’s work, there was stellar work by our regular contributors, but the emergence of many new names and viewpoints has added greatly to our expressive excellence. Without further ado, here are Marie Elena’s and my Beautiful Blooms for Week #9.

In Marie Elena’s Orbit:

I have to wonder if there will ever be a week in which there is only one clear “pick” for me. Once again, I had a difficult time choosing only one … there were three out here that I could easily have highlighted. I finally decided on De Jackson’s “Celestial Notes to My Sometimes Self.”

This is classic De: A short piece dense with imagery, amusing phrasing, and excellent insight. Even if I read no further than the title, I’d be happy I didn’t miss out. Terrific work, as always, De. I read you.

CELESTIAL NOTES TO MY SOMETIMES SELF by De Jackson

It’s all clear
from up here.

So much doesn’t matter.
Feelings aren’t fact.
Spill your life out in ink, sweat, tears.
Just love. Especially yourself.

I’m writing it all in the stars.

Do you read me?

Walt’s telemetry:

We have all experienced the sensation of smallness; being a little minnow in the fishbowl of life. The beauty around us astounds us, and we feel inconsequential. The tendency is to just want to cut all ties and drift into the background.

This concept is beautifully described in this week’s piece by Jerry Walraven. Chev’s poem, “On Being Tethered in Space” is descriptive and imaginative, and gets my vote for a Beautiful Bloom…

ON BEING TETHERED IN SPACE by Jerry Walraven

The beauty of creation staggers me.

Unable to take in the enormity of space,
unable to touch down,
even on Mars (close enough to touch)
and taste Martian soil.

Or dance
with the Jovian moons.

This narrow focus
on human foibles
on one spec of cosmic dust.
There is no rising above.

So I close my eyes
and cut my tether.
Another piece
of human space junk.

****

As promised, the winner of the WOOD chapbook shall be revealed.

In many instances, the view from space always evokes comments about the smallness of the planets in the cosmos. Our own planet earth get referenced as a “blue marble”. In her poem, “I Concur”, Connie L. Peters mentions this blue marble and thus, wins the book. Connie, if you will e-mail me at poeticbloomings@yahoo.com with your information, I will send WOOD out to you as soon as possible. Thanks all for your enthusiastic participation!

9 comments | posted in Beautiful Blooms, Book Shelf, Contact Info, Favorites, Honors, imagination, Phrase, viewpoint, Wood

26 June 2011

DEEP SPACE NINE – PROMPT #9

By Poetic Bloomings


Vantage point plays an important part in firing up our muse. The view from the ground varies greatly from the treetops. We see things slightly different. Today we are exercising our imaginations and playing with our perspective. So let’s blast off!

Your tether has broken away from the command module, and you are adrift in deep space. You are Major Tom floating by your “tin can”. But, you are not in danger. Until they can reel you back in, you have nothing but time to poem; equipped with your message board and an extraordinary view of the universe.

Write your poem, remembering your vantage point and your over-active imagination. “Can you hear me, Major Tom?”

Marie Elena’s blast:


Peering down on earth
From my perch upon the moon
I see no borders.

Walt’s attempt:

The poem I had written as this prompt’s example came extremely close to what Marie Elena had submitted.

From up in deep space

It is very clear,

I can see my house from here.

I am keeping my eyes peeled for a special phrase in the poems. The first to mention it will get a copy of my chapbook, WOOD. If it shows up as the title of the poem, I will include the CD featuring the reading of the book. Good Luck.

54 comments | posted in imagination, perspective, prompt, viewpoint

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