BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – PROMPT #109
With Marie still M.I.A. I am trying something a little different. When she informed me of her absence, my first thought was to recruit one of you fine artists to fill in for Marie in offering the BLOOM. The mechanics of that would have been more than I had time for, sorry to say.
So here is my solution: There will indeed be two BLOOMS/poems chosen for the honor this week. One based on our regular Sunday seed, and the other will come from Wednesday’s IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – YOU PICK IT.
WALT’S FAVORITE FORM:
The predominant form this week appears to be the Cento, and some exceptional examples were displayed this week. We all find favorite or memorable lines in the works of others. Putting them together to have great minds convey one thought is an achievement all its own. Every poet who presented a Cento will be awarded a BEAUTIFUL BLOOM:
RJ CLARKEN – Circular Cento and Elephant Cento
RANDY BELL – I Will Leave Less That This Behind Me
WILLIAM PRESTON – A Cento For Songwriters
SHERYL KAY ODER – We Real?
Please return to the IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – YOU PICK IT prompt and re-read these and other great poems and forms!
THE WALT COMBO (#2 on your menu):
The joining of two objects or ideas that are dissimilar to create a thought or union that can thrive and flourish was the assignment this week. It made as much sense as this confluence of poets who contribute here week in, week out. From the handful of seeds that began this POETIC BLOOMINGS journey, to the Botanical Garden of poetic thought it has become, the collection that has assembled here never ceases to amaze Marie and me.
This poem is the one chosen to be highlighted this week for the BEAUTIFUL BLOOM:
A flower soft, its beauty and fragrance entice. Amber, solid, hard an encasement to preserve and record such beauty. Concrete beauty, transparent hardness – most dissimilar yet brought together wonderfully in:
The Real Thing… (by Hannah Gosselin)
True love is untouchable;
a prehistoric flower frozen,
in a bit of golden-tinted amber.
yes, and miraculously ordinary,
in a breath-coveted.
placed in a petri
under close observation,
Replica of a replica
of a replica;
true love is untouchable.
abiding in a sunlit bubble,
an idea once conceived-
There it stays,
A concept to strive for,
a notion trapped
in a timeless tawny potion.
Once it’s exposed-
cracked free from its casing
and shown to the world
it begins its slow decay;
true love cannot be replicated,
drop of resin gripped between fingertips
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013