As I relish each poet, each poem, each phrase, and each encouraging response – I shake my head in wonder of how Walt’s and my vision for this site is coming to pass. It does my heart good.

And I agree with Marie. More poets are finding much to love about the venue AND poets who have helped make POETIC BLOOMINGS a place that they visit and post to often. And by the number of responses and comments this week, Marie and I also agree. It is all of you who people are coming to the garden to read! All your combined talents make this one of the best poetic blogs around (IMHO).

Now, choosing one single bloom from such talent? Well, that is ALWAYS a challenge. So without further ado:

Marie Elena’s Beginning Bloom:

My choice for this week is Cut-String Kite, by Paula Wanken. The title grabbed me straight away. The visual picture Paula paints is clear and beautiful, and the conceptual vision gives my spirit something to ardently ponder. Thank you, Paula.

Cut-String Kite
(By Paula Wanken)

bright colors dance
across the endless blue stage
swooping, spinning
seeming blissfully free
nearly invisible is the tether
to the one who controls
the dipping and diving
with tugs and slack

what would happen
if that line was broken?
would the dancing cease
would the dancer
begin to find her own path,
to reach the highest skies?

one thing is certain
there can be no beginning
the line is cut
and the tether finds its


Walt’s Beginning Bloom:

This bloom begins a new year of beauty with a poem called Endings. The “seasons of man” come to prominence in this work taking us from youth to the lead-in to our golden years and eventual exit from this plane. Our changes through the ages, exemplifies the ending of one phase of life and the beginning of the next. It is exactly what this prompt conveyed. So in keeping with an old standard, we start anew in presenting Sara McNulty a Beautiful Bloom.


(by Sara McNulty)

Fairy tales had happy endings
when I was a child. As applied
to life, dark storms raged,
but like turning the page,
I’d peek out between
the slats my fingers formed
waiting for the palest pink
to appear and turn the sky
and my world rainbow bright.

As I grew, I developed a passion
for arty films, people smoking
in hazes of black and white,
followed by endings that
appeared as a mysterious
stranger speaking a foreign
language, incomprehensible,
to me, yet I knew instinctively,
to be sad.

As I grow older and closer to my
own ending, I find laughter
and warmth my cozy
fireplace setting, in a mind
that has seen, and ears
that have heard, too many
tragedies, endings
that arrived far too soon.
Hugs and funny faces
are my fuel to make
tomorrow run.

Congratulations to Paula Wanken and Sara McNulty for offering great new beginnings with their “end” poems.