So here we stand at week 52 of our wonderful garden walk that we call POETIC BLOOMINGS. The journey has been extremely enjoyable, uniting tremendously talented poets from around the world into this supportive and nurturing group. For your participation, Marie Elena and I say Thank You! For sharing your poetry with the rest of us, we are totally blessed!
As we close out our first year, we take a reflective look back at our bodies of work at POETIC BLOOMINGS, with a strong direction and an eye toward the next phase of our growth.
Our prompt this week asks you to take the last line of any poem you have written, and make that ending line the beginning of a new poem. We welcome you to attribute the site and prompt for which the original poem was written, and provide a link to it or your own blog where it has appeared if you wish.
As April Poetry Month winds down, we are gearing up for some exciting new ventures here at POETIC BLOOMINGS. We welcome you to continue along with us and be an integral part of this Garden.
MARIE ELENA’S BEGINNING:
IN ABSENCE OF THE HEALER
And comfort remains
the shortest route
the only means
to her emotional health,
as medications
are minimally effective,
and add their own
intolerable symptoms.
The comforter/encourager –
though not the healer,
remains the role
of immeasurable impact.
Last line from Poetic Asides April 2 prompt: Write a Visitor Poem – MY DECEASED GRANDPA (a dodoitsu)
***
WALT’S BEGINNING:
THE GRIP OF POETRY
And let your poetry take its hold,
for the world needs to know
the power of your words;
they touch hearts and placate souls.
Giving tender and supportive caresses,
which nurtures the lives so possessed,
and let your poetry take its hold;
let others share your success.
The last line from POETIC ASIDES Day 18 Prompt – Favorite Regional Cuisine poem – FOOD FOR THOUGHT
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
Why should I be surprised that both of you good gardeners have written about support and nurturing?
And SO very beautifully, I might add. There are both rendered so tenderly. Thank you for the gift of your words.
Yes, lovely and profound. Thank you both!
Indeed, humbling but wonderful poems to start the rest of percolating … thanks to you both Walt and Marie Elena!
Marie’s the support and nurturing. I’m the manure spreader! 😉 Thanks Barbara and all. This has been a labor of love from the beginning, so it shouldn’t be too surprising that we’ve been able to keep this place the destination for poets from around the world to share in that community. W.
Without the spreader, you’re bare over here, and neck deep over there. Blessings on the spreaders of the wealth.
HA! Just catching this. :D!
meg
Thank you! SO KIND!
🙂 As are you two! 🙂 !
Heavenly Garden Path on this Earth Day
“But now…..I listen”
Because only God KNOWS me,
He leads…..I follow.
From such a humble beautiful heart, Hen! So uplifting. 🙂
Thank you, so much Hannah….. I have learned that in life the only person that I can effectively change is me…. and my Teacher has never let me down…! 🙂 !
Such wisdom! Thank you, Hen!
:)! :)! :)!
:)!!
Wonderful, Hen! I love when so few words can say so much!
Yes, thank you, Kelly, I have also learned that the fewer the words (from my opinionated self), the less chance I have of inserting a Hoof! LOL! :)!!!
Lovely. It’s too bad more don’t stoop to listen. Maybe then we wouldn’t need an Earth Day to remember that we are mere guardians of it.
Ohh yesss, Clauds… !
Hen,
yes…beautifully said.
I know He knows me better than I know myself.
Thank you, “kindred” 7! Hen
~MAKER’S MASTERPIECE~
In this knowledge
I move forward
finding purpose,
meaning and a plan.
This’s not a haphazard
trip, traipsing-travel
but a transcendent one.
With reverence toward all,
I’ll tenderly render my life
knowing that the very magic
that makes you
makes me, too.
That your song
holds space
in my song
and mine in yours.
Each of our notes
are in the same symphony,
resounding with their own
special qualities, together.
© H.G. @ P.B. 4/22/12
I took an easy way out (as far as the decision making process goes), and picked the last line from the one I wrote this morning @ Poetic Asides (PAD #22).
Ohh yessss, Hannah! The perfect musical refrain!!! :)!
I’m so pleased you like it!! We make beautiful music together, the bunch of us and beyond! 🙂
Yes!!! :)!!!!!!!!!!
:)!
Well, I like it. It’s a great poem. Thanks.
I’m so glad you like it, Andrea!! Thank you so much!
Oh!! As I was searching for an image to suit this, I found in my mind, two more lines!
“and this song is older than life itself,
an echoing melody in the realm of eternity.”
Smiles!
Oh, love it!
Thank you, Hen! Happy Monday to you! and everyone!
You too, sweet friend to all! :)!!!
Thank you!
very nice.
Thank you so much, Kelly!
But you did it so beautifully, Hannah. You create such delicious devotional poems. You should teach this in the future, you know.
Yes, I agree! You lighten my load with your words, Hannah!
My heart is stirred by this kind especially, Clauds and it makes my heart happy to hear your suggestion! Thank you so much!!! 🙂
You’re more than welcome. 🙂
🙂
Hen,
all songs belong in a garden…beautifully landscaped words of a sweet relationship.
Soooo very sweet, 7!!! 🙂 !
Ohmygoodness! Yesterday I wrote today’s FlashyFiction post, and posted it on the timer to run today. Go over and check it out. Great minds think alike, apparently. 😉
And my publisher wrote to me today and among other things she says: “So out of every cloud something good comes.”
De, please give me the link – the flash fiction prompt you created. Strange day.
Here it is, Andrea. Such a strange coincidence. Must be a “starting fresh” kind of day.
http://flashyfiction.blogspot.com/2012/04/begin-at-end.html
Thanks De, I just put a short story on there.
And I followed you, Andrea. I haven’t posted one in so many weeks.
I love your prompt, De!!! Such a cool coincidence, something more I believe!!!
@ Andrea, I love the voice in your shorty over there! Great work!
Great minds, in DEed! 😀
meg
ON TOP OF ALL
The pitiful lady,
her wellingtons on,
on a sunny day,
my numerous unopened letters.
Who will not let in
sunshine
and say,
it’s a beautiful day?
Even on the most cloudy of days!! I like this, Andrea!!
🙂
I enjoyed this Hannah…even with clouds looming, we should have visions of sun.
Who indeed. It was in the 80’s here today and sunny. Rare this time of year here, while the east got snow. Earth Day indeed.
Love that Hannah…
need to put that last stanza on a post-it on the fridge and read it EVERY day.! Thanks.
Wonderful prompt this morning, Walt, Marie. I’ll be back later to participate. Your examples, as always are stunning.
Here’s my offering for this morning. I’ll be back later to do reading and comments.
Beauty
A sacrifice to her hourglass self,
Her life becomes a painful series
Of diets, exercise, and calorie counting,
Striving always to be Mirror’s perfect
Reflection, a temple to evoke envy
From all who witness her magnificence.
Ah, the resounding pity, should anyone
Guess she wept each day for the luxury
Of tasting just one sliver of birthday cake.
Queens pay, too, for being the Fairest of Them All?
© Claudette J. Young
This began with the PAD Day 13 Challenge Prompt: Write an unlucky poem–“Unlucky in Love: Poor Male”
Oh yes, Claudsy. I was there – no, I am there, only not so much anymore – only I hate to admit it, I am there. Thanks for letting me learn.
Andrea, I think we’re all there at one time or another. Glad you liked it.
It’s all about balance and a hard lesson learned, learning…always. This is a great poem, Clauds!
Thanks, Hannah. I’m glad you liked it. When I was thinking about PA prompt about judging and then went hunting for a line to use, I fell over this one and realized it left me with a different kind of judgement to explore.
SO many avenues we can explore in this wonderful craft! Smiles to you, Clauds!
Thank you, sweet Hannah. Have a great evening.
Thank you, I will and you also!! 🙂
Hee, hee, in life you’ve jus GOTTA EAT CAKE (mine’s Gluten free; my husband’s was Sugar-free) — it became our motto on the worst of days! :)!
Definitely. Without pleasure in small doses, how can we possibly fortify for displeasure?
:)! :)! Right on, Clauds!!!
Really great, Claudsy! Unfortunately, my love for cake now overrides my mirror, mirror!
Kelly, I can tell you that you’ll never be alone. That mirror isn’t big enough for all of us.
Ah yes … beautifully stated … pass the cake please …
Thanks, S.E.
“striving to be Mirror’s perfect reflection” -what a wonderful and painful line.
It’s what many do each day, and can never achieve because the only mirror in their minds is the one they invented.
Sad when you really think about it.
Thanks for commenting, Purple.
Okay Claudsy, great poem…
I have to admit I’ve been victim of ‘painful series’ before, but NEVER this series.
I’m the kinda guy that can’t eat just one sliver…
the though makes me shiver.
Ah, Sky, I have to admit that my mirror just broadens each year as I cannot take seriously the trend to be a size 2. In my dreams, perhaps. Shiver is right.
[…] FROM EVERY ENDING COMES A BEGINNING – PROMPT #52 […]
Happy Birthday, Poetic Bloomings. It’s been a good first year. Thanks Walt and Marie!
(First line from my poem, Getting Over It)
(Also goes with today’s PA prompt.)
Judgment
You can spend a whole life learning to appreciate
the positives and overlook the negatives
of self and others. Like, a train chugging
down the wrong track, critical evaluation
of a person’s motives and value builds
up speed and is hard to stop. A commitment
to love, in spite of it all, un-derails.
Oh, I love this, Connie!
Very nice. Great message.
Good one, Connie. “un-derails” Love it!
I’m with claudsy “underails” – excellent!
Love this poem and its message.
Yes…thanks for the help in staying on the tracks…good, Connie.
ENOUGH
It was enough.
Peace had been made
with remaining family;
she had preceded him
years before.
Earthly affairs were
in order.
He had promised her,
that last day,
had put it off.
The tears and words had
finally come.
The preacher had just left,
promising that it was enough.
**Taken from the last line of Serenity Garden.** http://awakenedwords.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/serenity-garden/
So beautiful and so sad! Wonderfully written!
Yes!
A marvelous look at how families break apart and come together, Mark. It is sad, but redeeming as well. I like it and the reflective quality it holds.
Thank you.
Welcome. 🙂
Yes, sometimes we need be content that it was enough. Very nice.
wonderfully wrought … it gives the feeling that it was indeed enough; both serene and peaceful
Well done, Mark.
Mark, you expressed the peace of a sadness and regret so well. Felt it throughout…well done.
[…] for Poetic Bloomings Prompt to use the last line from a previous poem as the beginning of another. I chose the last line from […]
Slivered
Slivered spirits
Caused by calloused hearts
And closed minds
Shine a light
On our own shortcomings.
Inspired by the final line of “The Climb of the Misfits.”
http://marybmansfield.blogspot.com/2012/01/climb-of-misfits.html
Yes…..
Wow, insightful!
Powerful, Mary. This is a haunting one that everyone should memorize and use as a mantra. Of course, it would sound different in Sanskrit, but would still hold power.
Excellent!
not adding anything new here but it is profound …
Powerful writing, Mary.
I agree, powerful and pointed and sharp, like knives.
Bloom(http://woodswanderer56.blogspot.com/2012/04/bloom.html)
Bloom
In earth unknown
Beyond your planting
Beyond your understanding
Beyond worlds you counted on…
The Father is a good gardener
He will finish what is started here
Know so much is still beneath the surface
Sing in uncertainty, sing through tears.
Never give up, never presume,
So you’re not enough. Just make Him room,
Know He’ll finish what He started,
So lift your face, oh little heart,
Bloom.
Plant a seed in earth unknown
Far from the gardens of your home,
Revel in joy yours and yours alone
Know what the Gardeners, knows,
That though the growth seems oh so slow
When all is done, when you have grown
In solid rock, in certain stone,
You’ll bloom.
Oh, beautiful message!
This is so soothing and inspiring. Marvelous, John C. Just marvelous.
Oh, how I loved this! Reminds me so much of my life verse: Philippians 1:6 – He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it until the coming of Christ Jesus. Just beautiful John!
a lovely testament to faith … nice write.
Love this….so true, what we do, every dandelion puff we blow, is not insignificant but taken by the Wind to unknown soil. Great, John C.
Love this prompt! Mine is from Clear Direction.
SACRED WARRIORS
Inspired, perhaps, by Earth Day and watching “Howl” last night.
We left the compass
at home, forgotten in some
drawer full of coupons
and crumbs and fortune cookies.
We knew where we were going.
We felt our way through
the flat night, navigating
by murky moonlight
a spiderweb of street lights
that led to something beyond
city water pipes
and cookie cutter housing
divisions and fast
food drive-thrus. We followed the
elemental pull of some
primal lust buried
deep in our mother’s mother’s
bones, a knowing that
this land was the breast milk of
thousands who had walked and died
crossing great plains and
mountains, sacred warriors
led by ancestors
who traveled beside them and
honored their transcendent quest.
Smooth, Kimiko. It slides from the tongue to water one’s thoughts with insight, thoughtfulness, never waiting to see if ponderance has seeded itself, but moved on until the end of a well-trod path.
Well done.
Thanks, Claudette!
HOW did I miss reading this one?! Strong, wise words of knowledge!
Late night inspiration. Thanks, Henrietta!
This is lovely!
puts me in mind of “The Road” (I think McCormac wrote it …) strong images of the striving through the now to the future …
Definitely a little bit inspired by “On the road” by Jack Kerouac. Watching “Howl” definitely put me on that track. 🙂
Beautiful writing here.
Thank you, Kelly and Purple Pen!
The Hole in Our Lives
The hole in our lives is ragged and distinct and we need you
More than I thought or imagined possible when first you left
The ache in my heart leaking old memories faster than I can
Even think about creating new ones is a pain unlike anything
I’ve yet experienced in this life and there seems no soothing
Of such an ache, no dulling its incessant throb, no smoothing
Its edges as ragged and distinct as the hole left in our lives
When you left and our need grows steadily larger and more
Terrible as days go by and you don’t return; I keep thinking
Time and distance will make all the difference but they don’t
Just worse – everything just seems worse and I don’t think
Anything will ever get any better without you so please
Please come back – let’s start again – let’s forget whatever
It was that made you go; I know I have already and that will
Probably hurt you and make you angry all over again but how
Awful could it be if I can’t even recall it? Please just come back.
S.E.Ingraham
based on the last line in “Something About Missing You is Different This Time” Poetic Asides Challenge
April 12, 2012 prompt “Something _________________”
Ohhh…..
So heartfelt. I hope there is a solution somewhere.
This shadows something within many of our lives. There always seems to be one person who’s gone, left without saying good-bye, or left angry. You’ve expressed those feelings of the one left behind so well, S.E.
For just a few couplets I thought it was a letter to Christ. The ending killed that belief.
This is very, very good. And sad, and familiar.
thanks all …
This made me ache. Lovely writing, Sharon.
The poem and an explanation are on my blog – I’ve used Hannah Gosselin’s new invented form. I shall come back later to read here.
Loved: “… calmer now that life has turned the page…” ; lovely, as always, Viv!
I echo Hen’s sentiment Viv!
The Sands of Time Trickle On
– taken from my poem The Sands of Time – written on this day (23 April) for the first PA PAD – 2008 to the prompt “getting older”
An old age full of promise
beckons with a gleeful smile
and a bright sparkling eye
to light the way
The demons are slain
the fears are conquered
and nothing but time itself
stands in the way
Dreams and schemes
and the best laid plans
are plotted and planned
though they often go astray
The heart is strong
the spirit is keen
and the body we hope
will stand the test
The day will come
when work is done
and there’ll be time
to get a little rest
And live with a freedom
never known before
and cast aside all cares
to travel to distant lands
To visit friends far away
to see the sights
for so long imagined
will be oh so grand
Not counting the grains
as they fall for
the sands of time
are just made of sand
Not caring if today
or tomorrow will be
the last just taking
fate by its horny hand
Iain
Iain, this could have been written by my husband… Loved it, thank you!
Lovely poem. That is just about my philosophy. Retirement has definitely been the best time of our lives, though nowadays physical limitations impose themselves. We still try to fill every minute, though.
I remember this Iain and love it now as much as I did then … I still have a copy in its entirety (I think it’s complete …)
Iain, I just had one imagining looking back at my own life from my final days. Between you and Purple in Portland (below), I think there’s a vibration between us this week! Lovely, as always, my friend, and my idea of how time should be spent. Bless you for this one. Amy
Loved it, Iain. This trips along like a song, with a rhythm made for humming.
Wonderful, Iain. “not counting the grains” is the secret.
“keep you in the night”
Keep you in the night
Safe.
Safe in the night,
in the day, grow strong.
Keep you in the day
Strong.
Strong in the day,
in the night, learn peace.
Keep you in the night
At peace.
At peace in the night,
in the day, be at peace
Keep you in your heart at peace.
:::
“keep you in the night”
from “Spell” written April 2010 in response to a Poetic Asides ekphrasis prompt,
but to an image I had photoshopped together to illustrate the imaginary place
that evolved from a poem written as ekphrasis
to an image on the old RWP site. It’s like the begats.
BEAUTIFUL!!!
it is like the begats … wonderful!
Have to echo Henrietta here. It is beautiful. A kind of prayerful lullaby.
From PB Prompt #9 – Deep Space Nine
Sharing
Amazed yet again at the Creator’s hand,
I am astounded when I see that look I make,
on your face. Or hear your dad’s laugh
coming from a 10 year old.
I am acutely aware that our genes
have been miraculously dispersed
among four of you. Revealed
in a variety of ways.
From the shape of your eyes and
the lilt of your gait. To the outgoing
and the reserved. I marvel how four
can be so different, yet the same.
© KED 2012
Aww… soooo perfectly Lovely!!!
beautifully detailed, comparing with comparisons – very nice …
of course that should be “without”
A love poem for an entire family, but mostly for the other half of the gene pool. Lovely. I so enjoyed it.
Yes! Always amazing to find those little fragments of people we’ve known.
Tread Softly
Wash out your mouth
and give me your shoes,
you say,
and I do
but you choose
to leave them laced
placed on a shelf;
walk no miles
accept no smiles
draw these tracks in
permanent marker
across our backs.
And I
who have
forever tried to fill
your empty spaces,
and long
stepped down
from high places
of any kind,
sit, still
and
mourn all four
of our tired feet.
First line from this poem, which first appeared at Poetic Asides, now found on my blog:
Absolutely love this, De.
“… but you choose to leave them laced placed on a shelf; walk no miles accept no smiles…” Powerful!
Oh, man. Have I done that horrible “permanent bold” thing to everybody? So sorry. Thought I had closed it out properly.
Aaaaargh! 😦
Oh, good. Maybe just my own poem. Obviously, only the title should be bold. Back soon to read, I hope. Can’t seem to catch my breath this month.
Fixed it De. Title bold and nothing else. Take a breather… and get back in there! W. 😉
Thank you so much! 🙂
never mind that “permanent bold” thing, “Tread Softly” is brilliant … so, so, poignant, filled with this longing and unfulfilled, unmet promises … just heart-breaking.
Thank you so much, Sharon.
Your “blooms” are lovely, and inspiring. I’ve participated for the first time. My offering can be found on my blog.
Such strength and beauty in both the words and the bold, red field of flowers… I love them both!
Welcome Patti! So glad you found us. Your poem and photo are stunners. Hoping to see more of your work here!
Marie Elena
Back again for another round…really love this prompt, proving to be quite fertile creative ground for me 🙂
A Blank Stare
not pain
only emptiness in her face
no love or joy
no grief or anger
not a hint of the larcenous tragedy
that robbed her
of all she held dear
Inspired by the last line of “Revelation”
http://marybmansfield.blogspot.com/2011/11/revelation.html
I’ve seen that woman, more times than I can count. She lives in nursing homes everywhere, waiting to go home. Well done, Mary.
I have seen her too, Clauds… tho not in a nursing home… Painful.
Many, many years ago, when I worked in a nursing home as a young woman, the place was filled with examples of this woman. It was sad, painful, exasperating and a few other words I don’t use online.
…yes… I understand.
this is spot on Mary … my elderly Mom often helps feed even more elderly people in a housing unit attached to the place where she lives (she’s in a self-sufficient apt complex still); she is forever saying how she would rather be dead than be one of those with the empty eyes – no quality of life as far as she is concerned … no wonder she wears a DNR necklace and has the signs plastered all around her place … can’t say as I blame her … good poem
from what claudsy said in her comment, she and my Mom share some kindred thoughts …
The Path to the Dark Side
Hearts crumble and die
With only fear and hate
To feed upon,
Allowing pain
To spread like a cancer
Through our lives.
This was inspired by the last line of “Secret or Spoken.”
http://marybmansfield.blogspot.com/2011/11/secret-or-spoken.html
Yep, that’s it. Great little poem, Mary.
Precisely.
“Spring Training”
A broken soul taunts no man to pleasure
and it pains me that you refuse the healing salve of beauty
sputtering instead among fields of dust
way out there where boys lose homeruns
off cracked bats that splinter in their hands, dull red
threads fringed, ball jacket flapping loose
in orbit. Did you chase the balls into the
outfield then jump over the fence or did they follow you to
your early grave where you buried yourself
in pity? Even Jesus needed a garden and you
ain’t no god nor mystic nor nimbus. If you remain long
enough, years even, the balls will decay into
layers of cork and wool and cowhide. I’ll come
and blow sunflower seeds from the infield during the spring
rains then plant your cleats on third base,
your cap on first, and your mitt at home
where beauty will be waiting to heal your soul and to taunt
you once again with life’s pleasures and joys.
# # #
The first line is taken from April 2012 PAD.
Can be seen here: http://writingonthesun.wordpress.com
Date: Ap. 12, 2012
This is a strong one. Surprising, too, jlynn. Great work. No one will likely for get this one. That’s certain.
WOW!
Thank you very much, Claudsy.
You’re welcome, jlynn.
I keep coming back and reading this. I agree with Claudsy, strong, indeed.
Thank you, Kelly.
Striking of Time
Time and again,
the grandfather clock
seemed to say,
with each chime struck
throughout the day.
True and faithful
tones resounded.
At the strike of one,
he recalled that long ago,
he was young.
Time and again
`til the clock chimed four.
He looked back at the girls
in his life; he married late,
but oh, what pearls.
The pendulum swung
the hour, six chimes,
the same amount of gin
and tonics he could drink
in mid years, with double chin.
Time and again
ting, ting, ting–ting, ting, ting,
plus six more rings,
making it the midnight hour.
He laughed, regretting not a thing.
(Believe it or not, I cannot find the poem, but it is on this site.)
I like this so much. The clock, the memories, the laughter at the end. So much of a life contained in one small poem. Excellent work.
Thanks for your appreciated words.
You’re welcome.
“He laughed, regretting not a thing.” My husband again…! :)!
Smiles to you, Hen!
!!!!! :)!!!!!
Nicely done. May we all be able to look back and laugh with no regrets!
Thanks, Kelly!
In so few words and using a clock metaphor for life, you have very succinctly created a memorable poem … very nice.
Thanks, Sharon!
Better late than never! Marie and Walt, great start for us from both of you, and hard to find the right poem to use, but here I am and here it is.
Longing Becomes Art (also for Riley)
Longing becomes art.
Art becomes enjoyment.
Enjoyment becomes shows.
Shows become employment.
Employment because aaaargh!
Aaaargh becomes strain.
Strain becomes I Need A Vacation
For My Addled Brain.
Brain senses loss.
Loss becomes lack.
Lack of inspiration.
Inspiration slack.
Slacking, she wonders,
where did it start?
Time gives her longing.
Longing becomes art.
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
The first line is from “Artistic,” about my daughter, Riley. The final line was, “Longing becomes art.” To see the original poem, head to this link, http://sharplittlepencil.com/2011/11/10/artistic-for-riley/
Wonderful, Amy. It so works that way.
Oh sooo LIFE!!!
Really enjoyed this full circle and so true!
I loved the line “loss becomes lack” — well done, bringing it full circle!
And artists, maybe more than most, surely relate to the circle of life … nicely done
I love full circle poems, and this is perfectly done.
Walt honored my poem “Purple Candle” with a Beautiful Bloom on January 28th.
The poem ends with the line, “the stub of the dark purple taper.”
Here is a new beginning. The original poem can be found at this link:
http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/01/28/beautiful-blooms-prompt-39/
_______________Purple Candle Legacy____________
__________The stub of the dark purple taper_________
___________told a tale of a spirit that will live_________
__________on forever. It could remember the________
_________day it came alive and the ice began________
__________to melt, when it stood tall and had________
__________such a firm hold on the candlestick._______
__________Such it was that its flame flourished_______
____________thru the initial burn as the wind_________
____________over the waters brought ripples_________
__________and the wax began to find its home_______
_________clinging to and strengthening its base.______
________Waters warmed and rolled as the flame______
_______grew hotter and the wax to began to drip______
__________down on to the fluted brass holder________
___________it had grown to trust and cherish.________
_________It burned brighter than ever as it knew______
________of its purpose and respected its destiny._____
_________Waters heated with a surface of glass______
____________as it continued to burn brightly._________
__________There was nothing it could not see________
____________in the room that had chosen it__________
__________for such an admirable task as this.________
_______The stub looked around at the hardening______
_______water and the cooling pool of flowing wax______
______surrounding it, dripping down and encasing_____
_____the candlestick and onto the table in a blanket____
___of permanence it knew that its legacy was forever.___
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!By Michael Grove!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, Michael…
Very nice!
a blanket of permanence…nice!
Bravo – nicely done Mike!
Well done, Mike.
Thank You All. Isn’t purple the best???
What do you think? Not even a question.
[…] Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt #52: From Every Ending Comes a Beginning — choose the last line of a poem previously written and […]
FROM EVERY ENDING COMES A BEGINNING
memories unknown
tug at her words…and her heart…
at what had been hidden inside
your tin can; please…
so different than reality;
he didn’t make it
easier
than this lonely, broken heart can spare
of our memories;
never
complete without it,
the reason
they stopped coming
I still know all of my letters
end
I welcome God’s words: For I know the plans I have for you
for falling in love,
my soulmate, my wife;
never: give up,
to be rushed…
lost
I’m walking alone
me
…afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears
You have moved…backwards,
and took a walk in the park
again
I miss you.
There’s just one YOU!
the Lord is my Shepherd
is the Giver of such gifts;
we reap the Spirit’s sweet fruit
their lives will create
once again;
His world fades to black
neither at midnight, nor noon
to give you life…
that I trust will shine on my world once more
it’s simple, really:
enjoy days of spring,
bask in His presence
seen in each spring bloom
and watered daily
to help you see it
I come back to write
of farm living…
the magic of another Christmas Eve
on which I sleep…
and favorite superhero underwear
and a writer was born
2012-04-24
P. Wanken
Rather than choosing one line from one poem, I decided to make this a Cento made up of the last line of the poem I wrote for each of the 51 prompts. (Although I left out one I just couldn’t fit in anywhere, so there are only 50 lines.)
This was my first attempt at a Cento…and I have a few hairs left in my head!
Beauty, Paula.
Thank you, Hen.
What a great idea and great poem.
Thank you, Kelly…Walt and Marie have provided a great year of prompts, I decided this poem needed to reflect that somehow. 🙂
Very nice – your first cento? I am very impressed; cleverly woven and good use of the lines, a fine idea, uniquely yours – brava.
Yes, Sharon…my first cento. I don’t know what possessed me to attempt to work with FIFTY-ONE lines for my first attempt…but, in light of this being the concluding prompt for the first year, I was determined! It took hours…and felt a bit like putting a puzzle together without the picture on a box. 🙂 Anyway…thanks for your kind words!
This is just brilliant, Paula. Wonderful. 🙂
Just curious, would the line that wouldn’t fit work as a title, even a non sequitur title?
de…the line that wouldn’t fit was: “which left her with a very flat cake” (it was from a limerick!). If you think it would fit somewhere, let me know! 🙂
THIS IS AMAZING.
meg
I have to say that I’m so impressed with all of the poems that have blossomed from this prompt! And a huge thanks to Marie and Walt for this one, I think this may become a regular trick in my poetic toolbag for sparking inspiration! 🙂
Ditto Mary’s comment – this was an inspired prompt … thank you master and mistress gardener for this, and for all the rest you have done for us … Congratulations in advance of your upcoming one year anniversary – it is this coming week, correct? I think we should award bouquets of blooms to you both this week!
Absolutely!
Fishing
Releasing this catch
was easy,
no real thought involved.
I felt a tad guilty for throwing out the lure
but when I started to reel him in
and things started to smell a bit fishy,
I knew it was time to let him go.
There’s a lot more fish in the sea.
{Taken from my short anti-love poem posted at the Poetic Asides Website on Tuesday, April 24, 2012}
As the stars in their forever, deep, abiding sky.
{Last line of poem ” Watching the meteor Showers”)
As the stars in their forever, deep, abing sky
travel their time owrn trails like the sun
rises and sets, so we on earth will journey ,too
Rarely spectacular, from home to school before we have begun
to explore our area of earth, sometimes to know it well
to start a family of our own some girls will plan
the life led by their mother, grandmothers, an age old tale spun
from romantic interludes with handsome heroes sweeping
them off their feetl Sometimes all ends well, most learn to take
the bitter with the sweet.
Life goes on and well it must, we learn how to survive
to nurture each new life, to teach it and to complete
the circle of life that each living being passes through
to conquer fears and weakness, to make a dream come true.
Loved: “…we learn how to survive to nurture each new life, to teach it and to complete the circle of life that each living being passes through to conquer fears and weakness…” !
I will have to get back next week to comment on the fragrant blossoms above…but just a quick post of my effort below for now.
(Loved this prompt, it got me to reviewing old pieces, and I was amazed at how things I’ve learned caused me to edit some of them.)
First line is the last line from a poem from about 13 years ago, written while I sat watching my cat. It’s posted at my site on my Poetry page as a post… http://sevenacresky.wordpress.com .
Window
Glimpses of eternal skies
have kept my faith unclouded.
But darkened skies, inside my mind,
confess my heart has doubted.
I know that when the windows in
my days are opened wide,
I must jump to the sill to see
what might be there outside.
My cat has taught me this, I know,
but God caused me to learn
that for my life beyond the pane
my curious heart will yearn.
nice … very nice
Thanks…love digging up the old stuff and writing after it.
7, I loved this: “…when the windows in my days are opened wide, I must jump to the sill to see what might be there outside…”. And, I do know that I have learned alot about life by observing the behaviors of my dogs and little children– so sweet! Hen
Thanks, Hen…yes, my animals teach me so much.
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