I decided long ago to never second guess the person who is my “Guest” this week. It is a strange circumstance in that I cannot consider her a GUEST when she is a part of the very fabric of this amazing place. The decision to open this site stemmed from me and Marie wanting the P.A.D. sessions we had experienced to go on. Taking a cue from our joint blog, ACROSS THE LAKE, EERILY, Marie and I messaged back-and-forth wanting to have our poet friends have a hand in promoting their own work here at CREATIVE BLOOMINGS (formerly POETIC BLOOMINGS). By the time our conversation had ended the foundation of what you see here was up and running. It is and remains our joint effort even in either of our absenses. Marie Elena Good, don’t EVER think you’re free of this place by any stretch of your imaginings. For as you can see, every time you think you’re out, I pull you back in!
ONCE UPON A TIME: She daily poemed (and watched as they grew), while posting and hosting a blog (or two). But life called, her muse stalled; regretfully she bid adieu. With publications next to nil, she’s working on her kid lit, still. But market research does her in – she hardly knows where to begin. She’s pleased as punch to look around and see what’s Blooming on home ground – to host again (though as a guest), with chance to pen with poeming’s best!
PROMPT #160 – “EMILY DICKINSON”: Take your cue from Emily Dickinson and begin your poem with the line – “Beauty crowds me till I die”
It doesn’t have to be a physical death. It could be the “death” of something… your time, negativity… you decide the terms.
LOST IN THE CROWD
“Beauty crowds me till I die” ~ Emily Dickinson
I feel it closing in,
and I am surrounded
by the crushing beauty of life.
Majesty and magnificence shadow
my insignificance, squeezing me
until I am empty and tossed
onto the pile of misused muse.
Another wizard of words
awaits my space and time will march
on in beauty, until HE dies!
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
MARIE’S FADE OUT:
Should beauty crowd me ‘til I die
And I should die before I wake,
Come waltz with me ‘neath moonlit sky;
Come lie to me for old times’ sake.
Convince me of my silken lips
Pretend I am your only love
I’ll sigh as song and moon eclipse –
Though it’s not me you’re singing of.
Should jealousy devour me,
Suspicion instigate my death,
I’ll likely simply let it be …
Let bitterness inhale my breath.
© Marie Elena Good, 2014
AH! THAT FELT JUST LIKE OLD TIMES!
THANKS FOR RETURNING TO HELP OUT, MARIE!
LIKE THE QUOTE SAYS, “BEAUTY CROWDS ME UNTIL I DIE!” MY LOT IN LIFE! 😀