LOST AND FOUND – Prompt #14

Throughout our lives things that exist in our realm of influence by which we have been effected, fall into either end of that spectrum. Write a poem on something you’ve lost. If you’ve found something, write that poem. It could be something you thought you’d never see again, only to be surprised by its rediscovery. Either way, go to the lost and found to reclaim your poetic wile.


Marie Elena’s effort:


Nothing Lost


As I embrace One who was slain,

and forfeit self, what will I gain?


Eternal life in Christ is mine

not of my self, but His design.


His agony, my boundless gain

corrupted self cannot attain.


In death to self I gain no loss,

my life secured on Calvary’s cross.



Inspired by Luke 9:24-25.“For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit their very self?”


And by missionary Jim Elliot, who wisely stated, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.”


Walt’s Re-Discovery:



1.)Phase One – Losing Myself


Rev up the Delorean, I’m going back. We all have that defining moment, pointed and prescient that had set our course. The forces of nature were strong and one wrong turn could have sent me reeling. I have a feeling it did.

My temerity was the social end of me, for as far as I can see, High School defined that moment in time, where I had let the ball drop.Not regret per se, but sadness now for those would have, should have, and could have moments so fleeting. Those errors of omission were well hidden in my condition from which I’ve been extricated. Celebrated now for my abilities to see things, and write things and expose things about me that without, would not be me. Debilitating was this fear to connect, rejection not something I handled well, or handled at all. So my fall from grace saved me from the disgrace of “embarrassing” myself by letting loose and living my life.

The perpetual lost boy languished in Neverland.


2.) Phase Two – Righting the Ship

Looky, looky, there goes Hooky!

The ribald Captain has been dispatched with a swift kick in his steering mechanism. A discovery, a long time in the making has taken a stand as well as command of my journey; a life’s worth of yearning for solid footing and a direction much easier to navigate than blindly following burned out novas in the cosmos of my mind. For in the stars, paths that crossed each other unnoticed have found a circuitous path to intersect once again.

Older now, more aware of selves and of this moment and what lead each to move to embrace it. In the kindling of a reborn kinship, acquaintances long removed and left unseen, find a connection that closes unsure circles, and opens the world to new adventures. Both stand, with eyes open like the wide-eyes kids we were when we began. A familiarity which neither knew, comes through to ground us as the friends we never realized we were.

The gathering of spirits once left to roam those hallowed halls has stepped back to touch base and begin anew, assuring us of the fact that yes, you can go home again.



I’m looking for something and it has me willing to lose a copy of the CD version of WOOD in the process. This prize will go to the first poet to post what it is for which I am looking. Good Luck!



The choices for the Beautiful Blooms are in, so without further ado, here are the selections:

Marie Elena’s choice:

My choice for this week is Plays (Well) with Others, by Nancy Posey. This poem is trademark Nancy, penned with her usual class and grace. The goal speaks to my own heart, and may be taken literally and/or figuratively, I believe. The use of music to convey community is insightful, pleasing, and effective. Delightful!

Plays (Well) with Others
By Nancy Posey

No more playing alone for me.
Certainly I’ll still practice,
chasing up and down the scales,
arpeggios, finding chords all up
and down the neck of my mandolin,
but from now on, I’m with the band.
I’d rather play rhythm, chopping
in the back, than play a solo,
finding the melody alone in my room.

A social creature, I long to meld
into the music, that perfect blend
of harmony, tuning my ear to find
the notes, to play along, perhaps
a little improvisation along the way,
picking up the melody now and then.
Listening is no longer enough for me.
I long to return to the time when all
were expected to sing or play
or dance along, one body, many parts.

Walt’s favorite bloom:

In keeping with the theme of “Go For The Gold”, this piece reminds me of life as a marathon race, run over the course of 15 years. Perseverance and determination read through rather clearly with the goal being able to do enough good things to ingrain oneself into the memories of those left behind when our race is run. Well written and expressed takes my honor.

By VivInFrance

Fifteen years ago
my only goal was to survive
first heart attack,
and then survive again.
Smaller goals
first time outside
but just for the ride home
then walking, fifty yards,
a hundred, a kilometre –
it was extremely hard, but I won.

Little by little,
my strength regained,
other goals intervened
and were achieved.
Quilts were planned
cut and stitched, quilted and bound
Each stage a tiny target –
hung on the wall, exhibited,
laid on a bed, or sent to friends.

Eight years ago
my hardest goal –
adventure into academe
on-line study, degree my aim.
The friends I made,
virtual and in the flesh,
new habits formed –
research, draft, edit, refresh –
all were part of my achievement

One year ago
at seventy-two,
my goal was reached –
what now should I do,
what new goalposts put in place?
To stay as fit as possible,
to struggle up the hill.
To write at least one poem every day,
to publish, to be read,
so that when I’m gone,
there will be something left
to show that I was here.

Congratulations to Nancy Coats Posey and VivInFrance, our Beautiful blooms for Week #13.

IN-FORM POET – Etheree

Today, we delve into a little more familiar form, the Etheree. Created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree Taylor Armstrong, this titled form, consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five.

Marie’s Etheree:

Comprehensively Incomprehensible

Difference of opinion
Speaking a “different language”
Powerless to convey one’s intent
Complete collapse in communication

 Walt’s Etheree:


A man
standing guard.
Despite efforts
to be fair and firm,
sometimes he folds under
the pressure. Bright hazel eyes
flash their semaphore to signal
the next barrage to a Father’s heart.
Daughters in tug of war for Dad’s favor.

DISCUSSION: There’s A Place For Us

It seems that POETIC BLOOMINGS has found a niche in this poetic world. We’ve claimed our place.

What is your place? Where do you write? What do you need at hand to perform well? Is there an inspiration nearby to entice your mastery? Is your writing place “portable” or stationary? Tell us about your place.


We have been thinking of a slogan or catch phrase for POETIC BLOOMINGS. Through my fascination with the Beatles, and John Lennon in particular, I tend to lean towards his thematic “Power to the People” for my inspiration. I’m liking, “Poem to the People”! What do you think? Do you have any ideas in this vein? Let us know.


I blame the heat.

Rants and raves abound on other “private” sites about poetry. Read private as “closed group” of poets who have become acquainted on certain sites to develop this craft we
propose. Where claimed as supportive and nurturing, there appears to be a bit less of that out there.

There is a certain process for which we all as poets strive. Developing and instructive, yes, supportive and sharing. We all want that I’m sure. And though finding success through recognition or possible publication is the end game, it should not over-ride the process.

The truth is, we are poetry sites. We are not truly a “garden”, or a “street” or bloody brothel, although it’s cute to think so simplistically. As our masthead says, “Poetic Bloomings is a blog to nurture the poetic spirit in a supportive and inspired way. All poets are welcome to add their “poetic blooms” … bring the beauty of the written word to the world, one expressive bouquet at a time.” And so we will remain.

We propose poetry. It was mentioned early on in the planning of this site for a POSSIBLE anthology if the support and commitment were there. There are no promises offered here. We are “Unconditional Poetry” in a pleasant setting without any one voice dominating the conversation. Every voice is important. HOWEVER, rancor and vitriol are not AND will not be tolerated here. There is an editorial policy in place here that has never needed to be used and I hope it remains so. As Marie Elena and I have stated, we are here to suport and promote you the poets who have chosen to post to the prompts at Poetic Bloomings or wish to follow their development.

All poets here know that as fact and I’m sure appreciate that. So if you need reminding, click the WELCOME and re-read our introduction. We’re all gifted poets. That is our badge of honor. Enjoy the process. The payoff is the exposure to your and other poets finery.

ON A SOMEWHAT PERSONAL NOTE: Marie Elena is the most caring, nurturing and supportive person I’ve never met. But the friendship that has evolved from our association with poetry is very strong. That’s all we’ve ever needed to say about it. You are all aware of her manner and temperament. So take any criticism of her here or at any other blogs with a BIG grain of salt. One of the finest human beings and poets I’ve ever had the honor to share not one, but two blogs with. And that loyalty extends to each poet here with the above idea in mind.

That being said, we welcome you to post to the Week #13 prompt for a Goal-oriented poem.

This Wednesday will offer In-Form Poet with a new poetry form highlighted.

Saturday, we present our “Beautiful Blooms” selections for the Goal Poems.

As always, a new “Seed” will be planted every Sunday. Poem to the People!


GO FOR THE GOLD – Prompt #13

The recent events surrounding the U.S. Women’s Soccer team has opened us up to a very direct pursuit with much of our lives, including our poetry. The first big story of the tournament was the amazing goal scored to put the team into contention for the cup. The second story was the rise of the Japan Women’s team to defeat the U.S. squad, causing them to fall short of their goal. What goals do you set for yourself? How often do you achieve them? Is it the effort that stands out for you, or is it all about the glory? What’s your story?

The prompt for week #13 is to write a goal-oriented poem. It could be your crowning achievement to date, or the never say die spirit that keeps you in the game. Go for poetic gold.

Marie Elena’s goal poem:

Introspective Perspective

my prospective objective
and selective directive,
though defective, were effective.

Walt’s Shot at the target:


Hand steady,
you scope straight and true.
You pull your string taut,
your arrow quivers with the
tension your hand provides.
There is no such thing
as aiming too high.
Glad for the opportunity
to give it your best shot,
whether you hit it or not,
the prize lies in having
a goal in the first place.
Never meant to be a race,
just a leisure walk from birth
until the end of the day.


Sorry for the late start crew, but had some family matters to clear up today.
Our Saturday excursion into the beautiful words that live within us has brought Marie and me to another wonderful dilemma. The poetry here is outstanding and we can only choose one apiece. So…

Here is Marie’s Beautiful Bloom for this week. This was the hardest week yet to choose.


So many exceptionally well-done poems this week made it even harder than usual to choose only one. I finally decided I simply MUST choose Iain D. Kemp’s “The Teacher’s Cat.” As he explains, “The Teacher’s Cat is an adjective game I play with students based on the old Scottish parlour game ‘The Minister’s Cat.’” This teaching tool is entirely too fun and contagious. Mr. Kemp offers this well-thought-out, smartly written, clever, rhythmic, story-telling, bittersweet-ending, TOTALLY FUN read. Standing ovation, Iain!


The teacher’s cat is an adorable cat,
the teacher’s cat is a beautiful cat,
the teacher’s cat is a Charlie cat.

Charlie sat and looked and looked and looked,
all day every day Charlie looked at the outside world,
where he used to live.
He purred round the teacher’s legs as he worked,
he snuggled and slept on the teacher’s bed as the teacher slept,
he ate and played with his friend when it suited,
but mostly he looked out the window
and deep down inside the teacher knew.

The teacher’s cat is a delightful cat,
the teacher’s cat is an elegant cat,
the teacher’s cat is a furry cat,
the teacher’s cat is a garden cat.

A simple error with a door
and Charlie was house bound no more,
he went back to the garden where he was young,
he called back now and again but never did enter in,
his wild side had won through,
there was nothing for the teacher to do.

The teacher’s cat is a hopeless cat,
the teacher’s cat is an independent cat,
the teacher’s cat is a jumping cat,
the teacher’s cat is a kindly cat,
the teacher’s cat is a lonely cat,
the teacher’s cat is a magnificent cat.

For many long months he lived alone,
fed each day by a friend in need,
a friend indeed
and plans were made for future times,
twice he was brought home,
only to leave again.
The teacher’s cat is a naughty cat,
the teacher’s cat is an outside cat.

Hope rises as a home is found,
charitable friends of the feline form,
will take the homeless wanderer away,
to foreign climes where he will have a door that opens,
a garden to play in, to laze in and a bed to sleep and dream in:
the teacher’s cat is passported cat.

The teacher’s cat is a quiet cat,
the teacher’s cat is a runaway cat,
the teacher’s cat is a sneaky cat,
the teacher’s cat is a travelling cat.

He boards the van, caged again,
not knowing his fate,
not content in his confinement,
not hoping for freedom,
the teacher’s cat is an unhappy cat.

The teacher’s cat is a vagabond cat,
the teacher’s cat is a wild cat,
the teacher’s cat is xenophobic cat,
the teacher’s cat is a yowling cat,
the teacher’s cat is a Zydeco cat – danse-toi!

And so a new life begins on German soil with doors wide open
and the food bowl full
and a warm bed when he wants it and a garden when he doesn’t,
the teacher’s cat is an absent cat,
but absence makes the heart grow fonder
and still he is missed
and still he is thought of,
but his happiness is paramount
and tears are wiped away with a smile, even though
the teacher’s cat is not a teacher’s cat.

Walt’s choice:

I love the heart wrenching love that is exhibited in this poem. It extends from the subject right to the viewer/poet and directly to every reader. Isn’t that the essence of our craft? I enjoy this poet’s work immensely and am honored to present Linda Evans Hofke a Beautiful Bloom for her, “Elephant Observation”


Giant rolls of thick grey skin
parched by the blazing sun
refuse to budge. She remains there,
sitting next to a smaller one,

her baby, who remains still as stone,
its rounded body, trunk and ears
reduced to a lifeless 250 pound clump.
The sight brings me to tears.

We watched the same scene yesterday,
and the day before–nudging its back,
pacing slowly around it, waiting,
protecting it from risk of attack–

and, yet, we think she knows. She
mourns her loss, as would you or I,
but she must do it all alone. Alone.
I stray from the group, continue to cry.

Congrats to Iain and Linda and all the Poetic Gardeners for your fantastic work!


If you haven’t already, please read this week’s Web Wednesday interview with Paula Wanken posted below. The little forays into our poet’s minds have been insightful and encouraging and we appreciate your participation.

Our intent is to interview everyone who wishes to be heard and discovered. The first criteria we look at are your personal blogs. If you have a blog and do not see it highlighted in the “Daisy Chain” please send us an e-mail at poeticbloomings@yahoo.com. However, if you are currently not blogging, we are still interested in your poetic life. Send you contact information to the same address and tell us you would love to be interviewed. We need to be able to find you to honor you.

Also as always, we are about promoting your work. If you have a chapbook, book, short story or compilation you want us to know about and have it added to our “Book Shelf” give us a shout as well.

Our other features at the moment include (but will not be restricted to) In-Form Poet (every other Wednesday alternating with Web Wednesday), Beautiful Blooms highlights two favorite poems which we honor every Saturday. Our Sunday “Seed” is the prompt for the week. Help nurture it and let’s see what you “grow”.

All are welcome to the Poetic Bloomings garden. For further information check our “Welcome” link.



For this Web Wednesday we have chosen someone who considers herself a neophyte in the poetic world. Her expressive flair and viewpoint is a refreshing journey through her eyes. This is Paula Wanken.

We asked Paula to share a poem she feels best expresses her writing, and tell us why she chose that particular piece.Here is her response.

a loss of knowing

she rides
with cards in the spokes
and colorful strips of plastic fluttering from the handlebars
tangles of long, brown hair flying freely and wildly behind her
for the moment
all is right with the world

she reads
sitting carefree in the pasture
resting comfortably against Dotty, the spotted pig
lost in a world of Ma & Pa on the prairie
for the moment
all is right with the world

she writes
in the corner of the classroom
using her best handwriting to tell the story
even drawing pictures to match
for the moment
all is right with the world

she hides
in silence she protects herself from being known
feelings are pushed aside
passions have died
for too long
all is not right with the world

when did it occur?
this loss of play
this loss of passion
this loss of knowing
when did she forget who God made her to be?

she writes
in the quiet apartment
her cats curled up, sleeping soundly next to her
she listens to the heart of God
while tapping out her words on her computer she remembers
and once again, for the moment,
all is right with the world

P. Wanken

dedicated, with deep gratitude,
to the One who created me
and the one who has helped me remember

This is one of the first poems I wrote, and I’ve not chosen it because of how it expresses my writing, but who I am. You’ll note in this poem that my early days in life were carefree; full of fun and creativity. And then “life happened.” It has taken a long time to find my way back to knowing who I was created to be: a writer. I am meant to put my words onto paper (or a computer screen).


Paula is relatively new to us, and considers herself a newbie to the world of poetry.From this “newbie,” the following flowed, and afforded the title of her blog, “echoes from the silence.”

for years
thoughts have gone unspoken
my voice, unheard
i have longed to put words together
to speak, unhindered
when words escape me
i am left in silence.
by writing
my thoughts find words
and when words escape me
they are found in
echoes from the silence.

These poignantly lovely and inspirational words introduce us to the poet’s blog.Let us introduce you to the poet, herself.

  1. Paula, your “echoes from the silence” seems to have been inspired by something deep inside you.Can you share with us highlights from the road that brought you here?

First of all, Marie and Walt, thank you for this incredible opportunity. I am not joking when I say this:when I was reading your interview with Barbara, I thought to myself, “I’m glad I’m such a newbie—it will be a long time before I ever have to think of how I would answer questions like that!” That you would want to hear from me—so soon in this journey that I am on—is truly an honor.

Yes, “echoes from the silence” was indeed inspired. I wrote it in early January, a couple of weeks after I started blogging.

When I created my blog in mid-December 2010, I was using a different hosting site. However, after exploring a friend’s WordPress site, I decided to move over. When I did, my friend encouraged me to pick a different blog name than what I was originally using. Brainstorming with him, we came up with “when words escape,” which is in my blog address. But WordPress had a second place for a “title” to appear.

I had only been writing for a couple weeks, and still was not sure of my purpose/goal for blogging. I looked back over what I’d written so far and realized I had been silent for a long time. Yet those years of silence were filled with words that had never escaped. Words I had not spoken—nor written. Writing them now—now that they are escaping—makes them feel a bit like echoes…echoes from the silence. That is where the name came from, which then inspired the poem.

  1. As noted above, you consider yourself a newbie to the world of poetry.How long have you been writing, and what “prompted” you *winkwink* to publicly participate in the Poetic Asides April Poem-a-Day Challenge?

“How long have I been writing?”Hmmm…do my annual Christmas letters count!?J

“Newbie,” indeed! Until I started my blog, I had written only one poem in my adult life—which was only two months prior! And because I grew up in a very small farming community in the middle of Iowa, with an English teacher who had already retired (yet stayed working, if you know what I mean), my English/literature/creative writing classes through high school were limited to grammar, vocabulary, spelling, and one research paper! No real study of literature or poetry. No creative writing. The closest I came to a “form” of writing? Diagramming sentences!J (Do they even do that in school anymore?)

All of that emphasis on vocabulary and sentence structure has helped me in my work (I am an administrative assistant), so it wasn’t for naught, as I have had to write numerous business documents over the years. And of course, my Christmas letters!J Colleagues and friends have suggested I “write more.” However, to me, “writing” meant writing stories. A book. I would think, “Me? Write a book?? I have nothing to say!” So I would shrug them off with a chuckle at the thought.

Yet somehow the suggestion would resonate deep within me somewhere. The kind of resonance that lasts a while, taking its time to work out of your system. And just when it was nearly out of my subconscious thought, it would come around again. Yet I remained silent.

With the advent of blogging, my interest was piqued. I had worked for many years in a ministry setting and the missionaries I knew were making great use of blogs to keep their supporters and family and friends updated on their work: a great purpose for a blog. But I didn’t feel I had a “purpose” to write anything. And I still had the thought of “I have nothing to say.”

Then along came my friend and his blog. It was a collection of random thoughts and observations, with a smattering of poetry mixed in for flavor. I was inspired. I thought: “I can do that. I can be random. I don’t have to include poetry, but I can write about observations or things I ponder.”

I was literally surprised by the fact that one of the first times I sat down to write something, it was a poem that showed up on my computer screen. And I liked it!I would look at the poem and re-read it and think: “I did that!”

As poems came more frequently (and were being tagged as “poems” on my blog), I started getting traffic…and people started commenting! I thought, “Who are these people and how did they find my poems?!”(And then I learned what “tagging” does!)

It was through the process of surprise visitors to my blog and paying them return visits that I discovered the world of “prompts.” The first couple sites were Three Word Wednesday and Theme Thursday. Then I found Sunday Scribblings. Thanks to the encouragement from the likes of Jingle, Altonian, Old Egg, Sheilagh Lee, Jae Rose, LadyNimue, and many others, those became my designated poem-writing days. Other days were spent writing random observations and ponderings.

But the prompts continued to call to me. And I hunted for more. And boy did I hit the mother lode toward the end of March when I stumbled upon something called “NaPoWriMo.” (“What in the heck is THAT!?” I wondered.) And I found out…and I found Poetic Asides. Hungry for daily prompts, I jumped in with both feet!

There were many days in April when I was sure that I had lost my mind and wondered how I got in so deep over my head…but I was not about to back down from the PAD challenge!

As an aside, I had a conversation with my mom recently; I told her about my blogging and new interest in writing poetry. Her reply? “I always knew you would be a writer. You were always writing stories when you were young.”(I don’t remember her ever telling me that before now.) So…I guess I started writing early, but it didn’t follow me out of elementary school. It just went dormant waiting for a re-start.

  1. “echoes from the silence” attracts foot traffic and comments that would make most poetry bloggers jealous.Are you willing to share your secret to success with the rest of us?

Most days I wonder, myself! I really am quite astounded. But blessed.

As I’ve pondered this question, I think it would be the fact that I frequent the prompt sites. And the poetry/writing community is very generous with their time and attention to what I have gleaned to be the “golden rule” of online poetry blogging: reciprocal visits and encouraging words.

  1. Some of your best work seems to rise from moments of a melancholy muse.Is this a correct analysis?If so, does writing help lift the blues?

One little gem was written to a “Carry On Tuesday” prompt:

Little I ask, my wants are few ~ a day without tears, maybe two?

As I often point out, I adore strong messages portrayed by few words.You certainly captured this nicely in this Oliver Wendell Holmes-inspired Monostitch.

Because I am so new to writing poetry, there is still SO much for me to learn. I know so little about form and structure ( yes, I just Googled “monostitch!”), style and voice. I’ve just been writing, writing, writing. And my work has been reflective of my day-to-day life and experiences. The joys…and more recently, the pains. It’s where I’m at, so it’s what is reflected in my poetry.

I’ve gained some incredible friends through this online community. Those who have traveled this path of poetry (and life) longer than I. Their insights, encouragement, and challenges have helped me grow as a writer. So…has my best work been a product of growth? Or the melancholy muse? Or both? I think both. However, I do look forward to discovering whether or not I can write from a similar depth of JOY one day.

  1. And speaking of few words, I see you participate in “A River of Stones” (http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/).Please tell us a bit about this, and how you see your small stones contributing to this river.

One of the poets I’ve met online (Margo Roby) I actually had the pleasure of meeting in person. She posted on one of her blog entries that she was passing through my city for a couple weeks of vacation. After exchanging some emails, we decided to meet for dinner. It was during that meal I learned of “A River of Stones.” Many people making “small observations” and writing about them. I knew I wanted to be a part of it. I felt like it would be a good opportunity for me to write something that was NOT from a prompt. I decided it would be good practice for me. As for contributing to the river…just like anyone else who is writing small stones, being a part of increasing awareness of the world around us is a good thing.

  1. Your faith is evident in your responses above, as well as on your blog site. Do you consider yourself a woman of faith, and what role does that play in your work?

Most definitely. My faith has gotten me through some difficult times in life…which in turn builds my faith in knowing I will also be able to get through whatever lies ahead of me.

As for the role of faith in my work – it is my hope that my faith is such a natural part of me, it will be seen woven throughout my work. As I said at the outset of this interview, I believe I was created to, among other things, be a writer. With the gifts and abilities God has given me to do so, I want my work to honor Him and be an encouragement to others.

  1. Who is your favorite poet, and what is it about their work that attracts you?

This question is really hard for me because my experience with poetry is so limited. No one ever really taught me about poetry. Whenever it was briefly touched upon in class, my answers about what the poems were about were always “wrong.” I didn’t understand poetry—so I chose not to read it. So for a favorite famous poet? I will refrain from choosing based on my limited exposure.

However, that doesn’t mean I have not come to have favorites! Many of them are probably reading this interview. They are the people I have met through blogs like Poetic Bloomings. I cannot pick just one, and I shouldn’t name any for fear of leaving someone out who deserves mention, but I will anyway:

·Mike Patrick (my new big brother, for his mastery of metrical rhyme!)

·Mr. Walker [Richard] and De Jackson (for their mastery of free verse)

·Laurie Kolp and Kim Nelson (for their consistency in writing as women of faith)

·Viv Blake, Margo Roby and Elizabeth Crawford (for their commitment to growing as writers and encouraging others along the way)

·Tilly Bud (for her amazing ability to say so much in so few words)

·Amy Barlow Liberatore and Ron [Scrambled, Not Fried] (for their ability to see, and then write from, unique perspectives)

·Andy Sewina (for his ability to write acrostic anagrams)

·Henry Clemmons (for his incredible gift of matching image to words)

·Pamela Sayers (for her beautiful use of metaphor)

·Mary Kling and Judy Roney (for their examples of “prompt writing” through NaPoWriMo, and beyond!)

·Charles Burbank (for the depth of his thinking)

·Gordon Bowman (for his stark honesty)

·…the list could really go on and on!

I have so much to be thankful for in learning from the varied examples of such fine poets (I have links to most of these poets on my blog), who are ALL famous in my book!

But I would be remiss not to include another group in my mentions: the purveyors of prompts. They are in a class all their own! To have been influenced so early in my writing journey by the likes of Robert Lee Brewer (Poetic Asides), Rob Kistner (Writer’s Island), Brenda Warren (The Sunday Whirl), more recently the contributors at We Write Poems and Poets United, and of course the two of you here at Poetic Bloomings!

  1. What are your own, personal goals for your poetry?

First and foremost, to continue to learn and grow. Three or four times in the past week alone, I have heard some variation of:“You have to know the rules before you can break the rules.” I have much to learn!

I also believe a part of the process of learning is to see where I can go. Recently I received a gentle nudge from a fellow blogger, encouraging me to begin looking at submitting my work. I chose a few of my pieces and sent them off to a couple places she recommended. I really have no idea if it will lead to anything, but thought I should at least give it a go!

Another goal, as I’ve already mentioned, is that my poetry would somehow be an encouragement to others.

And finally, to continue to just have fun with it!

  1. There has been a conversation among some of us about what constitutes “success” for a poet.How would you answer this question?

A year ago, writing (anything!) was nowhere on my radar. Had you told me then that I would be answering interview questions today about my poetry blog? Me, writing? Poetry, no less? And someone would be interviewing me about it?? I would never have believed you.

So…for this very moment, “success” is: being acknowledged for doing what God has given me an ability to do.

However, even before this request to be interviewed, I was feeling the success of being a poet. I have been able to string words together in such a way that they convey something of myself, yet still have the ability to resonate with another. It’s an exhilarating feeling that has kept my fingers on my keyboard, tapping out another…and another.

  1. If you could tell the world only one thing about yourself, what would you want us to know?

You mean besides all I have already shared? Or: one thing, period?

I suppose it doesn’t matter which one, because the answer is still the same:All that I am and all that I do is because of our awesome Creator.

Oh…and I have two cats, Tigger and Lucy, who keep me company while I write.


Good morning, all!

So many of us are having trouble posting to this site, including me. This morning, I decided to try entering through Mozilla Firefox, rather than my usual Internet Explorer. I was able to easily post two different ways: logging in as a PBs administrator, and logging in with my personal Marie Elena Google account.

Perhaps it’s just a fluke, or perhaps Internet Explorer has been my problem all along. We’ll see, but I’d like to suggest that those of you who have problems try a different server, and see if it helps.

Thanks, Walt, for the advice that it took me too long to try out. *winkwink*