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POETIC BLOOMINGS, a site established in May 2011 and which reunites Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.

PROMPT #249 – PLAYING FAVORITES #5

We head back to visit an old stand-by. Yes, we are playing favorites. Again. You may remember the drill. Choose a line from a favorite poem, or poet and use that as the title, a line or the inspiration for your poem. It could be a classic poet or one of our compatriots on the many poetry blogs with which we associate. As always, identify the poem and poet from which you cull your snippet and give credit where it is due.

MARIE’S CULLED LINE:

WHEN THE PURPOSE OF KNEES WAS TO BE SKINNED

Splinters were the worst.
Tweezers first;
Needles if needed
While I screamed and squirmed
And wormed my way
Back out to play.

Skipping, flipping
Chipping my tooth
(Now it’th loothe)
Palms muddied
Bloodied nose drips
Split lips
Both knees shredded
Splinter still embedded.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

Inspired by the line “when the purpose of knees was to be skinned,” from John Tobias’ Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity
(Thanks to my friend Lydia, who gifted me the book that contains John’s poem!)

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WALT’S REVERED REPLY:

SHOULD WE?

“Should we kiss?” you said.
I’m not sure why I chose to ponder.
You had left me to wonder what bliss
you could bestow on me should we kiss.
Should we?
Shall we?
You said it shyly,
your wiley smile said
what your words could’ve instead.
Should we kiss?
yes.
Should hearts express such bliss?
Yes.
Shall we?
YES!
I dipped to your lips
a tender kiss
and this is what brought us
to the place in which we now dwell.
And I can always tell,
you started it.
“Should we kiss?” you said.
Yes we should, I said.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

 

Taken heartfully from SO WE DECIDED (by Andrea Heiberg) found in Andrea’s interview with Marie Elena

 

 

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101 thoughts on “PROMPT #249 – PLAYING FAVORITES #5

  1. Darlene Franklin on said:

    From my first favorite book of poetry . . .

    I will sing to the Lord a new song
    For it is a new day
    A day he has made
    A day to rejoice and be glad
    I hear his song in the morning
    It resonates in my heart
    Clearing the cobwebs of disappointment
    New adventures for the new Darlene
    On this new day
    The day the Lord has made

  2. Walt: I adore your poem and the fact that it came from our late poet friend in my interview with her. Interestingly enough, I just last week drafted a poem after the poem of another writer I had interviewed: Ryan K. Russell. I was even thinking of asking you to bring up your “playing favorites” prompt again very soon. And here you are! (It’s that shared brain thing again, eh?! 😀 )

    Ryan’s poem, “Overdraw,” kept speaking to me again and again. As I shared with him, I saw my Jesus all over it. I drafted the poem below.

    My Deposit, Insufficient

    I can’t.
    I can’t do enough
    Pay enough
    Pray enough
    Seek enough
    Be enough.
    I am wholly unholy –
    Unworthy of Him.

    He omnisciently sees
    Cares without boundaries
    Prayed my sufficiency
    Bled my sufficiency
    Died my sufficiency,
    Is my sufficiency.

    He is wholly holy –
    My worthiness, in Him.

    © Marie Elena Good, 2019

  3. How Do I Love Thee? Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Whenever my husband sees me writing he always teasingly asks “is that about me?” So, this one is.

    How Do I Love Thee…

    after all these years? You might think
    I’ve just grown use to you
    to your every mood, your jokes, your hurts,
    your silliness and seriousness, to the same
    old whiffle and snort of sleep and that way
    you do your mouth (just like your mom did)
    to work-boots lining the shelves downstairs
    that testify to a hard-working man.
    Well, yes, I guess I am use to you.
    You’ve become part of me,
    a circle without a seam.

    I love you. Let me enumerate…
    the way I love my heart’s devotion to beat,
    the way my lungs breath without thought,
    the way my big toes keep me balanced.
    From roaring blaze to smoldering embers,
    to rekindled steady flame our love remains.
    I loved you.
    I love you still.
    I always will

  4. William Preston on said:

    WHEN LOVE IS DONE
    (Based the above line from “The Night Has a Thousand Eyes,” by Francis William Bourdillon

    Your eyes have the glow of the morning,
    when sunrise is warming the earth,
    but yet have a touch of a warning:
    their laughter may not convey mirth.

    In time I took heed of the warning
    that my dreams and your schemes would collide,
    and left you, one late-summer morning,
    for, baby, you’re cold inside.

  5. Walt, this is a favorite exercise of mine. Loved your tantalizing teetering love poem, and it’s built-in tease. Masterfully done.

    Marie, your skinned and splinter-bearing knee poem was precious! Perfect.

  6. Okay, a little light-hearted here (and perhaps a little light-headed)!
    Just a quick favorite of mine, from Robert Frost’s “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.” We have begun the spring and summer clean-up of our new place, downsized from seven sprawling acres to two. Little did we know…

    Figuring Woodsy Hills on a Sweaty Evening

    Whose woods these are…well, they are mine.
    I thought two acres would be fine,
    downsizing from the seven flat
    that had been rough on my old spine.

    Now yard work’s just not “where it’s at.”
    You see, I’ve grown so old and fat
    (the golden age of ache and pain).
    Two acres would beat seven flat.

    I did not calculate the strain
    of HILLS, opposed to nice flat plain.
    Two equals seven? Can’t be true,
    miscalculation, a senior’s bane.

    Despite the math that seems so new,
    I do adore my hilly view.
    So these two acres I must do,
    so these two acres I must do.

    © Damon Dean, 2019

  7. Marie, that was the day before helicopter parents. I’m so glad I was allowed to tough it out.

    Walt, I do love a sweet love poem. I esp., love “I dipped to your lips” then again maybe that’s because I’m so short and the only way I’ve been kissed, ha.

  8. Daniel Paicopulos on said:

    “By morning
    I had vanished at least a dozen times
    into something better.”

    from Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver
    © Mary Oliver

    I Awaken

    I am not living
    the life I imagined.
    This one is far better.
    I see that I am
    just passing through,
    mingling between two eternities.
    Might as well do so
    with joy and laughter,
    rejoicing in each day,
    walking more slowly,
    experiencing Grace.
    Every day
    I have the chance
    to be happy,
    to enjoy this life I chose.
    Even on days of unease,
    in moments of disease,
    I see there is something,
    an experience or two,
    which I must need.
    I don’t know
    how many days are left to me
    but I hope to
    make a difference with them,
    and if all I ever did
    for the rest of this life was to
    feel grateful,
    it might be sufficient.
    I shall do my best
    to say beautiful things,
    to inspire, to help, be kind,
    to attend to Spirit’s voice,
    stay open to
    each morning’s gifts.

  9. “Every day I have the chance to be happy.” Ought to be our mantra. I love your poem of affirmation of life, of God and how we should view His gifts to us by spreading them to others.

  10. Darlene Franklin on said:

    Walt, Marie, I love the glimpse into your lives . . .Marie, you made skinned knees sound like a good thing, and Walt, oh, the sweet romance!

  11. Darlene Franklin on said:

    Taken from Robert Burns’ To a Louse

    To See Myself as Others See Me

    My frequent prayer, to see others through God’s eyes
    My narrow focus on my needs, and not theirs
    When I look, I see their tears and hear their sighs
    I should add: that I see me through their clear stares
    Lest I set myself apart, a step too high
    A complaint on my lips tells them to beware
    Other times, they think I’m busy or just shy
    Perhaps it would help to bring in an armchair

  12. Earl Parsons on said:

    My inspiration is “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and dedicated to the brave men and women of Seal Team Six.

    On Seal Team Six

    I
    Half a mile, half a mile
    Half a mile onward
    All near the target on mission
    Flew Seal Team Six
    “Ready your weapons, men!
    Switch to night vision!” he said.
    On to the target on mission
    Flew Seal Team Six

    II
    “Ready your weapons, men!”
    Order obeyed again
    As had been times before
    Training flashed through the mind
    Trained Seal Team Six
    Theirs not to reason why
    Theirs not to make reply
    Theirs but to bring the fight
    There in the dark of night
    On to the mission goal
    Flew Seal Team Six

    III
    Enemy to right of them
    Enemy to left of them
    Enemy in front of them
    Alert Seal Team Six
    Retreat not an option now
    Mission will win some how
    Just one more dance with death
    Forward Seal Team Six

    IV
    All locked and loaded now
    Pray God protects some how
    Target confirmed in sight
    Forward Seal Team Six
    Attack from left and right
    Then forward joins the fight
    There in the dark of night
    Theirs but to bring the fight
    Engage Seal Team Six

    V
    Bullets fly wild like sparks
    Seal Team rounds hit their marks
    Flankers fall one by one
    Accurate Seal Team Six
    Forward their forces try
    Some flee while others die
    There in the dark of night
    Seal Team Six brings the fight
    The target meets its match
    Success Seal Team Six

    VI
    Request sent for extraction
    But still cause for reaction
    Some enemy might lurk
    Caution Seal Team Six
    They had fought so well
    Into and out of hell
    Escaped the jaws of death
    Safe now, Seal Team Six

    VII
    Once more the victory
    Protecting you and me
    Death lost its quest today
    Live on Seal Team Six
    Again they will don the gear
    And fight on from far to near
    Theirs not to make reply
    Theirs not to reason why
    They’ll fight and some will die
    Oohrah! Seal Team Six

    © 2019 Earl Parsons

    • Earl, this should be published for far more than our little group to see. So impressive.

      • Earl Parsons on said:

        Thank you so much, Marie. Maybe with a tweak here or there and I’d agree. Of course, you know that we are our worst critics. Still, I have the utmost respect for the special forces and what they do to keep us safe. I especially like the show Seal Team, because it brings so much of their stories to life. Especially this season with the episode about the VA (Season 2 Episode 19, “Medicate and Isolate”). It’s a life changer, especially for the many thousands of us that have to deal with the VA and all the rules, paperwork, and restrictions the government forces on the system that eventually trickles down to the vets, mostly in a bad way. If you haven’t seen the episode, I highly recommend it.

    • That’s funny, Earl. Tennyson’s poem is scheduled to be featured in the Reading Roman this Wednesday! Great take taken from a classic!

    • This is wonderful, Earl!

    • Oohrah! Indeed! Love the show…love your poem written in recognition of such incredible servicemen!

  13. Earl, this is excellent. I do admire this very much.

  14. The Hippopotamus

    Behold the hippopotamus
    He’s as big in front as his bottom is.
    In Fantasia, hippos wore tu-tus
    In real life, they would have refused.
    They got their name from Ancient Greek–
    river horse–name not fancied, but they could not speak Greek.

    “Behold the hippopotamus” first line of an Ogden Nash poem,
    entitled, Hippopotamus.

  15. Earl Parsons on said:

    A Word to Husbands
    by Ogden Nash

    To keep your marriage brimming
    With love in the loving cup,
    Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
    Whenever you’re right, shut up.

    Extended Version by Earl Parsons

    Even More Words to Husbands

    As Ogden Nash wrote years before
    You husbands must buck up
    “Whenever you’re wrong, admit it:
    Whenever you’re right, shut up.”

    But that’s just the icing on the cake
    It takes more to keep marriage new
    Most of that more is the hubby’s quest
    That’s right, all that pressure’s on you

    So all you poor hubbies, listen up
    That woman you married’s your queen
    She deserves all your love and devotion
    Do her right and continue that dream

    Always support her; and she’ll support you
    Stand between her and all harm
    Pray for her daily in all that you do
    And on the cold nights, keep her warm

    Walk to the outside as gentlemen do
    Open the doors that she wants to go through
    Hold her umbrella when rain comes your way
    Kiss her good night at the end of the day

    Don’t fear the purse when she’s trying on clothes
    Tell her when boogers hang our of her nose
    Take time for dates and movies and such
    Remember to tell her you love her so much

    Husbands it’s you that can make or break love
    Just seek all your guidance from Him up above
    Oh, you will mess up, but she’ll forgive you when
    She realizes you’re human, just don’t mess up again

  16. Marie, I love those skinned knees.
    Walt, I remember Andrea. This poem is beautiful.

  17. But I Am Glad I Did Not Die Young

    Heaven
    Wonderful place
    I know it in my bones
    But I’m glad I did not die young
    If not

    for earth
    its pain, darkness, and challenges
    would I appreciate
    the greatness of
    Heaven?

    Title from Daniel Paicopulos’ “Recollections”.

  18. PLAYING FAVORITES

    Instant pots and next day deliveries. Bullet trains and watch phones. Alexa and Siri. Everyone is in a hurry for whatever it is they want. The pace of this rat race could have me on the road to the chiropractor to work out the kinks of stress. Instead, I take a deep breath of fresh air coming through my car’s windows and drive until there’s more grass than concrete…and exhale my troubles away.

    four walls closing in
    retreat to the countryside
    turn the quiet up

    * “Turn the Quiet Up” taken from Eric Church’s song, “Smoke A Little Smoke.”

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