Amidst all the dashing, we did us some Nashing and word-meaning gnashing.  Results were just smashing and fun for rehashing!

Now, on with the Blooms!

MARIE ELENA’S BLOOMA Whole New Meaning, by Hannah Gosselin

The responses this week ran the gamut of serious fun to solemn.  I particularly liked two of the more solemn poems, and one of the fun reads.  Getting the opportunity to see William’s choice before even getting a chance to read the poems this week helped me make my final choice … he went with fun, and I chose Hannah’s pensive piece.  A Whole New Meaning is endearingly “Hannah.”  Her love for her husband and adoration of the Christ Child are plainly evident in this beautiful write … so much so, that I had to pause a moment to remember what the prompt was.  Thank you for this, Hannah.  You are such an inspiration to me.

 A Whole New Meaning by Hannah Gosselin

I often call you this,
(more than any on the list),
this one always rises to the top;
spoken softly and sometimes sharp,
depending on the instance
and if you’re at a distance.
On occasion my glance utters it,
soundless words inaudibly slip
lit by eyes enamored-passion’s glow
and yet so swiftly this name changes.
When speaking of the manger,
strangers-wise at His crib-side,
and a telling star plied to sky.
Why, this certainly transforms
four letters are bettered;
we’re beckoned by a Prince
and since the season lingers brightly,
Babe, takes on a whole new meaning.

WILLIAM’S CHOICE:  Breakfast at the Pensione by Jane Shlensky

This prompt surely was a delicious one. We were treated to lunch, supper, and dinner; learned about frappes and shakes in New England; stole some kreplach; went nutty over stotty cakes and butties; and sipped some Sproke. There also were several excellent pieces dealing with inedible matter and the vagaries of pronunciation. It was a fun collection. For me, however, Jane’s poem elicited the greatest volume of laughter and salivation, despite the fact that I never did like flapcakes. The regionalisms are fascinating, and the dialogue she mixes in is delightful; indeed, the laughs could go on all day.


I mix batter for pancakes,
set fruit and jams beside,
“Oh, man, a mess of hoe-cakes,”
yells Felix, grinning wide.
“Not hoe-cakes, these are blini,”
points out Vladimir, excited.
“We Russians eat them teeny
thin, with fruits and sauce inside them.”
“You speak of crepes,” says Dominique,
“as French as Sacre Coeur.”
“Not hardly,” ventures Texas Pete,
“Them’s flap-jacks, that’s for sure.”
“We called the thick ones pan bread,
when I was just a tot,”
says Grandma shaking her old head,
“with honey, syrups, hot.”
“They’s griddle cakes or hot cakes,”
Sadie will have her say.
“Palacinky!” “Blintzes!” “Langos!”
This could go on all day.
I like the sound the batter makes,
the griddle hot as appetites.
“Today I’m making pancakes.
Eat, and call them what you like.”

RJ’s IN-FORM PICKLessons from a miser on triple-couponing by Janice (jlynn) Sheridan

There were some hilarious Nashers and some sweet Nashers, so I really got what I wanted out of the form’s prompt this week!

There were cats and sneezes
and snowmen (if you pleezes.)
There were mashers of spuds
and great poems (no duds.)

But after wrenching rhymes along with wrenching choices, I have to go with Janice (jlynn) Sheridan’s ‘Lessons from a miser on triple-couponing.’ It was hilarious and totally true to the Nasher form, complete with the (aforementioned) wrenched rhymes as well as made-up words or names (Everett McPrudent.!) I loved this poem!

And…I had such fun reading the poems too! I’m sorry I was so slow in getting in my comments, but this was a crazy week at school, with 2 midterms, etc. Anyway, it was great – and I cannot wait to see what everyone does with In-form Poet this coming week

“Lessons from a miser on triple-couponing” by Janice (jlynn) Sheridan

According to parsimonious Everett McPrudent
no one ever graduates from grocery-shopping student

to teacher to expert to grand master of the coupon
(Pardon me, would you happen to have any Grey Poupon?)

without acquiring one of life’s finer pleasures,
(vastly overrated, but of course a great treasure)—

The free procurance of Baluga gray caviar (fragile, defiled)
respectfully espied in the bargain-basement aisle.

Congratulations to Hannah, Jane, and Janice!  BRAVO ladies!