Get some rest, she said! Not so easily done. But I need to resume the fight. So here I am. Tanned and ready, I’ll be rested one of these days. First I must thank Marie for taking up the gauntlet and doing an extraordinary job with this garden. Secondly, I am overwhelmed by your love, support and heartfelt concern for my condition. My eye is healing ( I am finally sans patch) and the headaches still come and go, but with lesser severity. The thoughts are there; the words take a circular route to the page and patience, though worn thin, still holding on.

But the Blooms… reading is a chore (concentration an issue) but a necessary  requirement. And the fruits of these lie here:


Rest assured, it was a difficult decision to choose one poem to highlight.  Yet, duty calls, and I cannot rest until the choice is made.  That said, thank you all for making it virtually impossible to choose an unworthy poem.  It is with pleasure that I offer my Bloom this week to honor Jane Shlensky’s In CaesuraCaesura is written smartly, thoughtfully, and with a creative take on the topic.  This is what we have come to anticipate and respect from Jane’s contributions.  Her amazing talent never ceases to give me pause.

In Caesura by Jane Shlensky

Learning punctuation
is remembering breath,
the subtleties of a short
and long pause, dash, colon,
a comma of thought,
the finality of a stop,
the regrouping of new
lines and paragraphs,
each claiming time,
breath, rest.

Musical scores dot
and cross notes,
negotiating time.
Singers read the composer’s
symbols marking when
they should breathe, where
they should hold, when
to grow quiet, when
to crescendo, to fade,
to rest, to allow ourselves
the space to gather life
back to ourselves,
like the pulse of a note
trembling into silence.

Sometimes it is not
the poetry of language
or the wonder of music
that soothes us
but the power
of caesura,
the voice
of emptiness,
the blessing
of rest.


So many wonderful poems of such nurturing sentiments. I love them all. But the one that just warmed me and charmed the sleep into my eyes was written was penned by Marilyn Braendeholm (Misky). The image of me in my Lambie slippered; fuzzy PJ Baaa Baaas is something I envisioned in my giddy headed best. I’ll take the best, and leave…

THE REST IN A JAR by Marilyn Braendeholm

He was a March Hare chasing sleep.
So one night he decided he ought
to dress himself up as bait; sleep he would woo.
Lambie slippers on his feet,
Fuzzy sheep PJs – Baaa’Baaa,
chasing after sleep, he caught all
he’d ever need,
and kept the rest in a jar.


13 thoughts on “BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – Prompt #62

    • Wonderful choices – Congratulations Ladies.

      Jane – Music so lends itself to peacefulness and rest, and you have combined them beautifully.

      Misty – What a fun picture you draw – the ‘picture’ of Walt is Rabbit slippers and PJ has to make one smile! 🙂

      Sleep well, Walt.
      Marie – thanks for going the extra mile.

  1. Wow, I just reread Jane’s piece, and I must say that with three little ones running around my home, I did not get to fully appreciate the lovely impact of the words. I do so appreciate them now, thank you, Jane! And, Misky, I just Loved imagining “sleep” captured in a jar — magical, like fireflies… Congratulations, both! 🙂 !

  2. Jane, I enjoy so much to pause and ease – the thoughtfulness woven drew me into the sense of sway.
    Misky, always the imagainative nature of something I would have not conceived brings me a sense of freshness and light – now to get the sleep to chse me.

    Such great choices Maria and Walt!

  3. OH! Love these! The sweet, soothing, calm of Jane’s “caesura” and Misk’s silly slumbering March Hare — leaving the “rest in a jar”! Perfect pieces, both! Excellent choices, Marie and Walt. (And glad you’re feeling better, Walt! Wishing for your continued improvement.)

  4. Thanks to Walt and Marie and to all of you for your kind comments. I want this bottled stuff Misky has conjured. Wonderful!

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