BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – PROMPT #115

Before the “Beautiful Blooms” are announced, I have some news to share.

You all know I put out a call for some help when Walt announced that he simply cannot continue at full capacity here for the foreseeable future. You also by now know RJ Clarken has agreed to be our In-Form Poet Wednesday guru.  She was Walt’s own #1 choice, and rightfully so.  RJ brings much poetry form experience and skill to the table, as recognized and honored by poetry propagators such as The Writer’s Digest’s Robert Lee Brewer.

Walt believes he can continue to help with the online chapbooks, such as the memoir project and beach project.  He will also make himself available for consultation.  I appreciate that not only because he is grand at it, but also because it keeps his foot inside this garden he and I have cultivated together.  He has a poetic green thumb, and I want to keep his hands dirty.  😉

Having said all this, Walt’s is a position that simply cannot be refilled by just one person.  Along with RJ, it is my great pleasure to announce that William (Bill) Preston will also be coming on board.  Bill will be providing our Sunday morning prompts, along with his own sample.  He will also choose the weekly Beautiful Blooms with me.

Ready, Bill?  Here we go…

 

MARIE ELENA’S BLOOM

Thanks to Sheryl Kay Oder for the “In this house” prompt idea.  It garnered well over 300 comments — a great success!  The poetry this week was outstanding, as always.  I’d like to highlight at least a handful of poems, but you know the rules.  I’ve never made it a secret how much I adore the work of De Miller JacksonGirl Next Door is a fine example of why.  De’s way with words always richly amazes and entertains – also no secret.  This week she has managed the idea of “show, don’t tell,” while leaving us wanting to know exactly what horrors took place in this house.  De, you may add yet another Bloom to your growing bouquet.

Girl Next Door (by De Miller Jackson, aka whimsygizmo)

In this house
(red brick, blue roof)
there was hope
and home
and apple pie
and one sneaky
tiny
little
lie.

In this house
there was fear
and dread
and doubt.

In this house
there were
17 windows
2 doors
and
no
way
out.

 

WILLIAM PRESTON’S FIRST HONORING OF A BLOOM

For my first Beautiful Bloom offering, I chose Walt Wojtanik‘s In This House. I chose this because, as I commented at the time I first saw it, it made me think of the phrase, “L’chaim,” owing to the words, “live well loved.” Although it speaks of doused fires, it also speaks of hopes that a return to normalcy will transpire. I read it therefore, as essentially a paean to life, despite the somber tome. It seemed to me to have more layers of meaning than what seemed obvious in its words. It invited me to read and re-read, and to think.

IN THIS HOUSE  (by Walt Wojtanik)

In this house, memories
nestled in every corner,
comforting mourners
of a live well loved.
Rooms, sealed and
secrets remain concealed
in hopes a return
to normalcy will transpire.
The home fires are doused,
and this house will be
devoid of any semblance
of thoughts in remembrance,
nestled in every corner.