WHICH CAME FIRST, THE RABBIT OR THE EGG? – PROMPT# 101

HAPPY EASTER!

Simply, write an Easter poem. Your piece can be faith based, as it is the biggest day in the Christian church calendar. Or it can be a secular Easter poem bringing to mind chocolate rabbits, colored eggs and such. You can pen a poem of rebirth, or a poem about coming back from a set back.

MARIE ELENA’S POEM

Egg image

Risen, Indeed!

Pondering the blood-drenched tree
There but for His mercy, me
Tear-stained face, I bow the knee
Hallelujah!  He is risen!
 
Low, for me His blood was drained
Love entombed, yet not contained
Absolution, as ordained
Hallelujah!  He is risen!
 
 
 © Copyright Marie Elena – 2013
  Image credit:  http://joyknitcrochet.blogspot.com/2011/01/egg-cracking-expert.html
 

WALT’S  POEM:

THE HUNT IS ON!

Woven baskets brightly colored,
hidden in the thicket, near the picket
fence. Let the search commence.
Scurrying under the privet,
bunny rabbits head for cover
and over by the gate the children
take a peek for the prizes they seek.
Services have concluded but the thrill
has not eluded these excited souls.
The hunt is on, let the fun begin!

 © Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – THE FIRST ONE HUNDRED

We are very proud to have made it to 100 prompts at POETIC BLOOMINGS. This has been a labor of love that Marie Elena and I have enjoyed hosting. It is a love of poetry for sure. But it is also a love of all of you, the poets who have offered their muse and creative talents to make this the place for poetry to blossom and flourish. Your words touch hearts and nourish our souls.

In celebration, we have feted personal achievements, world events and this weekend especially, the glory of this season of Easter in all its connotations.

Weekly, we choose two poems to honor from our group  and this is always a difficult choice. And on occasion, we feel that every gifted poet deserves to be included in the celebration. So to honor you all, we offer the BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS to every poet who has honored us with their work. 

“You are the gardeners of our souls. You all bloom brilliantly for us.”

Congratulations to all POETIC BLOOMINGS poets.

IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – LINE MESSAGING

In LINE MESSAGING poetry, the final line of each stanza may be compiled to create an entirely new poem with its own independent message (a poem within a poem).  It appears there are no rules for number of stanzas, or rhyme scheme.   This form was created by Angel Favazza.

See Shadow Poetry for more on LINE MESSAGING

MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT

David

He considers profoundly
The beauty before him,
Knowing she belongs to another. 
He uses his authority to order her
     Husband
                 to the front lines.
He feels no remorse
For death in war is honorable. 
     Yes? 
Besides,
What does it profit a man
 
     If the perks of royalty elude him?
He is convinced his king-heart is selfless;
That his royal power is used
For the wellbeing of his people,
     And not as a means
            To gain the world
 
                  And all therein. 
He seeks only what is best for this
      worthy creature.
Surely he could give her what Uriah could not. 
Surely for this precious gem,
Uriah would be willing to give
     his life
                And forfeit his soul.
 
 © Copyright Marie Elena – 2013
 
 Independent Message:
     What does it profit a man
     To gain the world,
     And forfeit his soul?
                        (Mark 8:36)
 
 I have to admit that this was one of the hardest forms I’ve ever attempted.  Walt, yours is nothing short of amazing. ~ Marie Elena
 

WALT’S MESSAGE:

A HEART IN THE SILENCE OF LOVE

Silence is a comforting companion,
a reminder that peace soothes
and love is the cure for
a heart left to languish.

 Even when it seems to be hopeless,
you find a way to embrace
life as the gift it is,
you are not far from
living to the fullest
in the throes of a lifetime love,

 Fondness of heart strengthens
in the absence of it, But above it all
you know that life is in the living,
and love is found in the giving.
For it is the truest of hearts that
never feels abandoned for lack of it

 © Copyright Walter J Wojtanik 2013

The independent (poem) message:

 
LOVE LIVES ON

 A heart left to languish
in the throes of a lifetime love,
never feels abandoned for lack of it
 

 © Copyright Walter J Wojtanik 2013

MEMOIR-ish (Barbara Young in 15 Poems) by Barbara Young

We tell our stories in our own way. And it’s a kinda, sorta representation of who we are. It becomes a memoirish tale. Without fail, that is what we want out there. Our story. The almost-real, kinda, sorta, memoir-ish… this is who we are…

The latest installment of our MEMOIR PROJECT:

MEMOIR-ish (Barbara Young in 15 Poems) by Barbara Young

CELEBRATION OF THE CENTURY – PROMPT #100

Today is a big day here at POETIC BLOOMINGS! We celebrate the 100th Sunday prompt of this site. Congratulations to all the poets who have joined us each week to offer a taste of their tremendous talent. We have been blessed  to build such a community; a family of words.You are all responsible for our success. Marie and I thank you for your dedication and love.

Over the course of time, we have stretched the muses and minds of our extremely talented family of poets, with our prompts and forms, interviews and projects. So for this venture, Marie and I ask you to write a “Celebration” poem.   Celebrate your life, an anniversary, a birthday, an event… but do it in the form of a 10 X 10 poem (Ten lines times Ten words per line = 100 words – a century). Thus, we want you to write a Celebration in a Century (Celebration of the Century).

MARIE ELENA’S CAUSE TO REJOICE:

VOICES IN THE GARDEN

Come sit beside me in the shade of living canopy.
Close your eyes.  Soak in the rhythm, romance, and whimsy.
Wrap yourself in the serene embrace of graceful, fluid form.
Let the breeze of the lush and lyrical lift, and
Carry you above the stress of sweeping strife and discord,
For none can be heard in this garden of validation.
You will find no boundaries, no borders, and no barricades.
Come scatter your seeds, then watch them grow and thrive,
Mingling with the bold, the melodious, the witty, the sober.
Your voice is not only welcome, it is passionately celebrated.

© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

WALT’S CELEBRATION:

IN PRAISE OF POEMS AND POETS

Another Sunday arrives, and poets assemble to celebrate with words.
A hundred calls to write rhyme; an anniversary of verse,
from far and wide they step inside this verbal garden,
rending hearts and minds to find all the right words.
True to form and true to themselves, giving up pieces
to all who require passion’s fervent fire. Emptying the vault,
poetic promises well kept are offered to placate timeworn souls,
giving control to emotions, every notion of fantasy takes flight;
the right time and place to face your inner feelings.
Dealing with like-minded people; a family comes together to celebrate.
 

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

CELEBRATING THE VOICES AND VISITORS OF OUR GARDEN! 

The last 30 days, we have welcomed 7, 378 visitors from these 37 different countries (a fact that thrills and humbles!):

Argentina, Australia, Austria, Bangladesh, Bulgaria, Canada, Cypress, Denmark, France, Germany, Honduras, India, Ireland, Israel, Latvia, Macao, Mauritius, Mexico, Nepal, Netherlands, Norway, Philippines, Poland, Republic of Korea, Romania, Singapore, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago, Turkey, Taiwan, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom, and the United States of America
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Thirty Seven Countries in Thirty Days

BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – PROMPT #99

St. Patricks Day had us seeing green… and writing about it. Whether writing about the color green, feeling “green” (jealousy, nausea), being in the green (coming into money) or anything else green, we were inspired to grow our BLOOMINGS  here! The BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS for this week’s prompt share a common bond. They are:

MARIE ELENA’S PICK

Sometimes one simply MUST go with make-me-grin, simple FUN.  Add in rhyme and a toe-tapping cadence, and you’ve captured my heart.  From RJ Clarken’s fertile mind came opposing opinions – perhaps a bit jaded, but olive it fun!  I have to share both, as they go together like peas and carrots.  Thank you, RJ!  You rock my poetic world!

 Green Veggies (by RJ Clarken)

“I won’t eat anything green.” ~Kurt Cobain

I won’t eat anything that’s green.
No broccoli, spinach, tiny peas.
Not even sauced or baked with cheese.
I am the anti-veggie Queen.

I will not eat a French-cut bean.
Kale? Chard? Collards? Nope, none of these!
No broccoli, spinach, tiny peas.
I won’t eat anything that’s green.

Romaine and cabbage ain’t my scene
and Brussels sprouts? Forget it. Geez!
Asparagus? No way. Oh please!
And nix the celery. I mean,
I won’t eat anything that’s green.

Rebuttal Re Green Veggies  (by RJ Clarken)

Oh gosh! I dissed green? (Oh, the shame.)
I’m not a veg-bigot, I swear.
To show that I really do care
I’ll eat a big salad. I’m game.

You’ll see then. I would not defame
that leafy green stuff. (Are we square?)
I’m not a veg-bigot, I swear.
Oh gosh! I dissed green? (Oh, the shame.)

My taste buds are really to blame.
I hope you’ll forgive me. This err
won’t happen again. Now aware,
I’ll be kind when making a claim.
Oh gosh! I dissed green? (Oh, the shame.)

WALT’S BLOOMIN’ CHOICE:

As we’ve seen, green is all around us. Shade and hue comes through, but as far as we can tell, every scene offers some green. And in a strange twist of fate that Marie’s selection would appreciate, the poet/poem that I selected for the BLOOM is ANOTHER Randy, Randy Bell with “Viridescent”

Viridescent (by Randy Bell)

I see this color often
collected from sea glass
like viridescent carpets
comprised of soft lush grass
I often find bland color
of rip-roaring sea foam
in curtains, clothes, and vases
scattered about the home
It’s the color of go
when traffic light has changed
that flush of jealousy
when your slightly deranged
It’s the color of kiwi’s,
avocados young shoots
It’s the sheen on Grinch’s face
when he hollers and hoots
It’s leprechauns colors,
shades of moon-colored cheese
It’s the color of stains
when kids crawl on their knees
It’s the color of money, envy, & greed
found in peace pipes, it’s called crazy weed
distilled into color
Absinthe and Chartreuse
but I’d much rather have mint,
with fresh wheatgrass juice
It’s the color of fire
with copper sulfate
It’s license plate color
of Green Mountain State
It’s the color of pride
for the Irish they say
It’s the color of beer
on Saint Patrick’s Day

© ~ Randy Bell ~ 2013

Congratulations to Randi Clarken and Randy Bell for your BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS!

IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – KYRIELLE SONNET

A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and  a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing  as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

(Thanks to Shadow Poetry:  http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/kyriellesonnet.html)

MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT:

MY LORD AND SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST  (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

Creator, Father, Lord of all,
Your Son submitted to Your call,
Abandoning His throne above,
How can I best express my love?
 
His sacred hands nailed to a tree,
He bore my punishment for me –
An act I am unworthy of,
How can I best express my love?
 
He conquered death, that I might live –
A gift that only He could give.
God’s Son again enthroned above,
How can I best express my love?
 
Creator, Father, Lord of all,
How can I best express my love?

© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

WALT’S KYRIELLE SONNET:

A GAME OF SHINNY

The snow folk come from miles around,
they come to share the sights and sounds,
to fill the bleachers; see the show,
here on the northern ice and snow.

 Elves on ice with their hockey sticks,
the “Frozen Caribou” are quick,
fast up the wing to score, you know
here on the northern ice and snow.

 This fast-paced game I do enjoy;
a happy break from making toys,
I’m Santa Claus, I watch them go,
here on the northern ice and snow.

 The snow folk come from miles around
here on the northern ice and snow.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik 2013

 

Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday prompt is up.  While you’re out-&-about, walk on over there and write him a walking poem:  http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-215#comment-3384673

 

GOD’S GREEN EARTH – PROMPT #99

irishToday is St. Patrick’s Day! So, in soaking up the local color, we ask you to think GREEN! Your poems for this prompt will be tinged with a bit of green. You can write a St. Patrick’s Day poem, something from OZ (Emerald City), an Irish poem, being envious (green with envy), the grass is always greener poem, green around the gills… you can see where this can go. Everything green is fair game… except broccoli. Anyone writing a broccoli poem will have to stay after school and water the plants! Go green, people!

MARIE ELENA’S GREEN IDEA:

Who decided grass
Should grace everybody’s lawn?
Moss keeps itself cut.
 
© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
 
(Note:  No broccoli was mentioned in the writing of this haiku.)
 

WALT’S LITTLE GREEN SPROUT:

IT’S NOT THAT EASY BEING

You live with the cards you’re dealt,
when it is felt that it’s a losing hand
you throw all in and try again.
Shuffle the deck and say what the heck,
you’ve nothing to lose but a lot of green.
Life is not a game, but all the same
it’s not that easy being.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

BEAUTIFUL BLOOMINGS – PROMPT #98

A bit of a challenge to get the creative juices flowing. Finding contrary words to the list provided was indeed a task of some proportion. All of our poets who ventured there have been rewarded with works of worthy worded wonder.

MARIE ELENA’S BLOOMS:

This challenging prompt stimulated quality poeming.  I thoroughly enjoyed the faith-based pieces – all of them penned beautifully – as well as the creative humor, and story-telling qualities of some.  What a wide variety of inventive responses!  My Bloom this week goes to Sara McNulty for “Entangled.”  Her unsettling account and plea is clear and unforced,  in a flawless read that was written with comfortable rhyme and natural flow.  Well done, Sara.

Entangled  by Sara McNulty

She prayed for a solution. Let some
brave, solid soul come stepping
softly along, help improve
her life of strife, suffering blows
from a drunken, devil of a man,
an immoral lout with a pig’s snout,
who bullies night after night, threatening
her. If she tries to run away, he says
she’ll pay, but one day the truth
will come out, and the mighty
become the weak.

*****

Our  In-Form Poet Wednesday guidelines state “… we may choose to highlight one of your in-form poems on occasion.”  Today is one such rare occasion.  This week’s Epulaeryu form inspired delectable creations that made my mouth water.  They conjured scents, tastes, and even warm memories.  Salvatore Buttaci, however, chose to take his piece in a unique direction that I don’t believe any of us envisioned.  Sal, I offer you a second Bloom for your innovative and inspiring Epulaeryu.      

FOOD FOR ALL by Salvatore Buttaci

“Bring me your famished, bellies
bloated, growling from
deep empty pits: ‘Please feed us!’
Bring them! I am wheat,
rice, corn in the fields.
food for
all.”

*****

WALT’S BLOOM:

Of late I have searched for brevity in finding expression in the fewest words. One poet excels in this process and I am awed by her proclivity for such skill. And emotions drip from each brief word, speaking volumes. The search for self sometimes takes detours, but brings us back to square one. Restarting cleansed, we can advance confidently. My bloom goes to Paula Wanken for the following poem:

TENDER MERCY  by Paula Wanken

Confidence shaken,
I spiral
in corrupt ambiguity,
yielding to self-
indulgent ways
of the enemy.

Inaudibly
He speaks to me.
Asking for honesty,
offering a solution:
a chance to be
cleansed.

*****

Congratulations to Sara, Paula, and Sal for well-deserved honors!

POET INTERVIEW – MEENA ROSE, BEYOND BAGHDAD

“There are certain moments that rise above the din of the ensuing chaos. Little vignettes, if you will, that have become integrated into the story of me, and yet they do not define me.” ~  Meena Rose

“I cannot adequately express what an honor it is to be the one to give you a glimpse of this remarkable woman.  Perhaps after reading this interview, you might feel compelled to join me in encouraging Meena to write her memoir.”  ~ Marie Elena

Come meet this extraordinary woman: http://poeticbloomings.com/web-wednesday-interviews/poet-interview-meena-rose-beyond-baghdad/

MEENA ROSE

MEENA ROSE