ANNOUNCEMENT!!
TWO chances to join Open Link Live (OLN LIVE) this month:
* Thursday, August 24th from 3 to 4 PM EST and
* Saturday, August 26th, from 10 to 11 AM EST
Simply click on the link that will be provided and join us with video and audio. Read a poem of your choice or just come to listen. The more the merrier!
NOTE: You may still post ONE poem as usual to OLN, even if you do not join us live.
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Hi everyone! I live in the Ontario Province, which is the East-Central part of Canada. One of the attractions that we have after viewing the Niagara Falls is to visit the Niagara-On-the Lake town, which is found in the southern part of Ontario. This is a quaint charming town with a wine tasting tour for the wine lovers. We took part in the wine tasting tour years ago and I discovered the Canadian Ice Wine. Icewine is a dessert wine renowned for its intense flavours, rich bouquet and unsurpassed smoothness. It is produced from grapes that have been left on the vine after the fall harvest. When temperatures dip to -8ºC (or lower) the frozen grapes are handpicked and pressed immediately to carefully release a thick, rich, yellow-gold liquid, highly concentrated in natural sugars and acidity. This is is one of my favorite bottle of wine to buy when we have special events. The shape of the bottle is very slim and narrow, and yes, the cost is more expensive than table wine.
You might be wondering what the prompt is for today’s poetics. Not about wine, but about the bottle (big, small, contents, consequences, attraction,etc). I am a social drinker but I am also very much aware of the consequences of too much consumption of the bottle, that it leads to addiction. I have seen the homeless folks begging in Toronto City where I work, with empty liquor bottles and needles on the ground. It is a different world which I do not fully understand as I have not experienced addiction from the bottle myself, but I have empathy and compassion for these individuals. I celebrate their small steps towards sobriety, learning new skills, finding employment and becoming positive role models themselves in helping other people. I support organizations with these goals in our city.
We have many consumer products in a bottle. Here are some poems to give you some ideas for writing.
BY KIM DOWER
I go to the corner liquor store
for a bottle of water, middle
of a hectic day, must get out
of the office, stop making decisions,
quit obsessing does my blue skirt clash
with my hot pink flats; should I get
my mother a caregiver or just put her
in a home, and I pull open the glass
refrigerator door, am confronted
by brands—Arrowhead, Glitter Geyser,
Deer Park, spring, summer, winter water,
and clearly the bosses of bottled water:
Real Water and Smart Water—how different
will they taste? If I drink Smart Water
will I raise my IQ but be less authentic?
If I choose Real Water will I no longer
deny the truth, but will I attract confused,
needy people who’ll take advantage
of my realness by dumping their problems
on me, and will I be too stupid to help them
sort through their murky dilemmas?
I take no chances, buy them both,
sparkling smart, purified real, drain both bottles,
look around to see is anyone watching?
I’m now brilliantly hydrated.
Both real and smart my insides bubble
with compassion and intelligence
as I walk the streets with a new swagger,
knowing the world is mine.
Reflection
BY ELIZABETH ARNOLD
I said
no to you
so often, couldn’t see.
Do you know how that
changed you
—divided
what you saw in me
or anything
(if you did)
from what you
said
or mostly
didn’t?
And another bottle
drained,
your head
lolling off the chair’s back,
the mirror’s
face blacked.
The Orange Bottle
BY JOSHUA MEHIGAN
The clear orange bottle was empty.
It had been empty a day.
It suddenly seemed so costly
and uncalled for anyway.
Two years had passed. They had passed
more or less the way years should.
Maybe he’d changed. Or maybe
the doctors had misunderstood.
It was June. The enormous elm tree
was green again, and the scent
of hyacinth reached through the window
and followed wherever he went.
And the sky was the firmament!
His life was never better.
Each small white spotless cloud that passed
was like a long-wished-for letter.
But then he remembered his promise.
It came like a mild cramp,
and it sat there all day in the back of his mind
like a gas bill awaiting a stamp.
He saw three faces that Sunday,
mother, sister, niece,
all with the same kind, brown, scared eyes
that brought him no peace.
The sidewalk sparrows were peeping.
His whole house smelled like a flower.
But he remembered his promise.
The drugstore said one hour.
Back home again, he was tired.
The label said caution, said warning.
He left the clear orange bottle
on the lip of the sink till morning.
The insert said warning, said caution.
The insert said constipation.
It said insomnia, vivid dreams,
and hypersalivation,
and increased urination,
and a spinning sensation.
It also said night sweats, and
agranulocytosis,
and strongly suggested a full glass of water
be drunk with all doses.
The insert said all this,
the insert he never read.
But he didn’t have to read it
to know what it said.
The bedroom was calm with moonlight
and the breeze through the screen was cooling.
Through the elm leaves the shivery light on the wall
came like quicksilver pooling.
But just before five, something woke him —
a close whisper — or maybe a far cry —
and the bedroom was queasy with light the color
of lapis lazuli.
He lay there listening hard
till six, till seven, till eight …
At nine he remembered the bottle.
But nine, nine was too late.
“Don’t take me!” cried the Clozapine.
“Don’t take me!” cried the pill.
By ten he was feeling restless,
with a whole day left to kill.
“Don’t take me!” cried the Clozapine.
“Yes, don’t!” cried the medication.
And the bright yellow morning seemed suddenly edged
with a shady fascination.
Please continue to read here.
The writing challenge is to use the word bottle and its contents in your poem. What is brewing inside the bottle? Is it your favorite/least liked drink or food seasoning? Is there a message in a bottle, or a fantastic pirate ship? Go real or surreal if you like. Unbottle and uncork your words for us to read. Poetry form is your choice.
If you are new, here’s how to join us:
*Write a poem based on the writing challenge as described above. Post it on your blog or website.
*Enter your name and direct link to your poem in Mr. Linky.
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*Follow the links to other poets. Read and comment on other poems. We all appreciate feedback on our poems.
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*Have fun!
Grace said:
Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy the writing to the prompt. On the menu today is Canadian Ice Wine (smiles), with coffee or tea along with peach pie or blueberry pie.
Laura Bloomsbury said:
am intrigued by the ice wine now I know how its made so yes please with a small slice of peach pie –
the bottle topic had so many ways to go but in the end it followed me!
Grace said:
It is very sweet if you like sweet wine. Here is a slice of peach pie. Looking forward to reading your poem Laura.
kim881 said:
Good evening all and thank you Grace for hosting with a bottle prompt. I hope you don’t think I’m lazy or cheating, but I’mm currently busy preparing for the launch if my pamphlet, so I haven’t much time for writing new poems at the moment. I’ve revisited one from April, which most of you have already read. I look forward to reading poems, old and new.
Grace said:
Hi Kim. No worries Kim as I have done this myself over time. Looking forward to reading!
sanaarizvi said:
Blueberry pie please 😀 Loved the prompt, Grace. I am looking forward to some great poetry! Happy Tuesday ❤️❤️
Grace said:
Happy Tuesday. Blueberry pie is yummy, here you go Sanaa.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Good evening everyone… I know that there a lot of bottles in the bar, can you offer me a bottle of beer?
I also want to share this classic
Grace said:
Bjorn, sure. Love this video!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Link is fixed I hope
Grace said:
Yes, working now.
merrildsmith said:
Great prompt, Grace. Thank you. I went back to some old posts and combined some ideas for mine.
I’m intrigued by the ice wine. I will try some with some pie.
Grace said:
Filled with cold grapes, smiles. Here is some pie to go with the ice wine.
merrildsmith said:
😊
Lillian said:
Hi Grace – thanks for hosting the pub today! Grrr…..having trouble with my poem’s URL after updating it….so just putting my general blog URL down for people to get to it in Mr. Linky. Won’t be doing anything new until late Thursday (OLN LIVE) so it will bring folks there for this prompt. The lovely aspects of technology! Going to run errands now…will get to catching up on the Quadrille and reading Poetics later tonight.
Grace said:
See you Lillian. Have fun hosting at OLN on Thursday!
Helen said:
It’s iced wine for me (I have not experienced it, and high time I do.) Thank you for an intriguing challenge, Grace.
Grace said:
Cheers to you with the Iced Wine Helen. Thanks for joining in the challenge and fun.
rog said:
hi grace
hi all
Bjorn I have always loved the police song you have shared here. it inspired the new poem shared here.
the prompt took me to places I did not want to go but had no choice.
sorry yet again I am busy when the live events are on. hope you all enjoy them.
good night will read in the morning
rog
Grace said:
Looking forward to reading your poem. Have a good night Rog!
Miriam E. said:
Thank you for the wonderful prompt, Grace! It was fun to see where my mind took me with this one… thank you for the inspiration! Off to read some beautiful poems now… Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night wherever you all are!
Grace said:
Many ways to go with this Miriam. Love your enthusiasm for the prompts. Have a good night!
Rob Kistner said:
Fascinating post Grace. Thsnk you for hosting. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
Grace said:
Thanks for joining in Rob! Hope all is well.
rothpoetry said:
Thank you for hosting this evening, Grace. This is a great prompt. I think I will take a humorous approach to this one.
Some ice-cold Cider would taste pretty good on a hot 93F day.
Grace said:
That fun and humorous approach is always welcome. Ice cold cider for you! Cheers!
rothpoetry said:
Thanks!
kittysverses said:
Thank you for hosting, Grace. 🙂
Grace said:
Thanks for joining in.
M Jay Dixit said:
Hi, Grace, I enjoyed the poems you’ve shared! Thanks for hosting.
Grace said:
Thanks for joining in.
lifelessons said:
The Orange Bottle is an amazing poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Grace said:
Real life poetry. You are very welcome.
Sadje said:
Hi here is my response
The linkz is closed. I have a request that if you guys could mention the last date to submit our responses at the end of the prompt post. Thanks
Grace said:
Thank you Sadje. Yes, poetics normally closes by Thursday, which is when the next post is up. Also, if you are late for Poetics or any of our prompt, you can link it up with OpenLinkNight, which Lillian recently hosted last Thursday and Saturday.
Sadje said:
I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks a lot 🩷
Laurettaodea said:
Very inspiring love the name bottled poetry one cant help but feel empathy for people with an addiction