Undertaking an unexpected exploration is a worthwhile endeavor

We are word explorers. Always on the hunt for the right thought to inspire and the right word to achieve our goal: write a cogent poem. Even if we do not head out with that in our sights, we find ourselves taking the chance to write the next fabulous verse. There is a sense of adventure in taking on that trek. We respect the art of expression and put ourselves out there to take others along for a ride. In the jungle of creative endeavors, we forge ahead to write this poetic adventure.


Root of the matter:
Life is no small potato,
so keep your eyes peeled.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019




We are two, adrift in open waters,
sailing as ships in the night.
We remain within each other’s wake,
as we chart our course long and uncertain
by the stars above. No shore
can define our route, only starlight
and stiff breezes. And here we seize
this very moment to please
and satisfy our sense of adventure.
I sends you a signal, a bright flare,
one heart’s semaphore to say
all that my flags can convey.
Turning into the wind,
we are two who began as friends,
finding our hearts beyond the sea.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019



Tomorrow starts “National Poetry Month” and presents the multiple challenges to write a poem a day. In the past, we here at POETIC BLOOMINGS backed off on our usual regimen to give our poets free reign to accept this adventure. This year will not be the case. We will proceed with our Sunday Seed prompt, our POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM and our Friday Form/Exercise. Maybe these will provide a bit more inspiration in your endeavors to combine prompts write a diverse poem from both. Good luck in where you choose to contribute.

64 thoughts on “PROMPT #241 – MOTIVATION: ADVENTURE

  1. Yesterday I went in search of people who understand the meaning of ‘”quixotic” To my astonishment, no one I asked did. So this in tribute to yesterday’s search.

    Like Don Quixote, I went on a quest
    To find what is lovely and noblest and best
    To replace those things that abuse and distort
    With only new, healthy things of good report
    I searched far and wide in this land of the free
    In spite of the bad things, there’s much good to see
    Oceans roll back and forth, never at rest
    Majestic mountaintops both east and west
    Harmonies we enjoy by nature’s band
    Breadbasket’s full of food from off the land
    Praises sung in many tongues of the earth
    The sense of new purpose that comes with each birth
    I keep on looking in all the right places
    So I can dwell on what God truly embraces

  2. Adventurous Souls

    It takes a little faith, courage,
    and a sense of adventure
    to explore nooks and crannies,
    deep caverns, bogs, forests,
    rugged mountains, vast oceans
    infinite outer space and even
    sunny flowered-filled fields
    of the mind. So go forth brave poets.

  3. Marie, your little gem had me roaring, and Walt, the imagery in your piece is so strong, I can taste the salt air. Just wonderful work from you both. Here are a couple of different sorts from me:


    You say
    you want adventure?
    Try brushing your dentures
    with some pumice and a fractured


    I’d like
    to give free rain
    to those who would reign in
    all who would rein on my punny

  4. Oh, my such adventures!! Tomorrow begins a month long Poem-a-day adventure which I have been looking forward to since November!

    Here is my adventure haiku

    Buds are bursting forth –
    A raucous chorus of birds
    hail Spring’s adventure

  5. The Norm

    The norm is the norm
    Where most choose to exist
    Fear of the unknown
    Keeps them in place
    Never moving forward
    Never taking chances
    Never fully satisfied

    So many never venture
    Into the great unknown
    All the while they don the mask
    Of complete contentment
    All the while their soul crumbles
    Their adventurous spirit dies
    All the while inside they wonder
    What could have been

    So many will never know
    What could have been
    What God had intended for them
    What greatness they could have achieved
    And what happiness that could have been theirs

    So many will have no stories to tell
    Nothing to pass on to their children
    Or their grandchildren
    Or their grandchildren’s children
    Except for the stories of the norm

    © 2019 Earl Parsons

  6. Hiking Staff in Hand

    This mountain is a thought,
    and that idea, a hill,
    beyond them a valley of notions
    may be discovered still,
    and thru the valley perhaps a stream
    of consciousness is flowing,
    Adventure lies among them all–
    my wondering mind is going.

    © Damon Dean, 2019

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