R.L.B. PAD COUNTDOWN: T-MINUS 10

Robert Lee Brewer of the Writer’s Digest’s Poetic Asides has begun a “count down” to his annual April Poem-a-Day challenge this year.  In fact, his first prompt went up this morning!

My plan, if I can keep up with it, is to daily provide a link to Robert’s prompts here at Bloomings.  If you care to share your P.A.-prompted poems daily here, you are more than welcome to do so. We can interact and encourage one another easily here.

Robert says, “This was an idea suggested to me on Facebook by Mo Hurley, and well, it’s just a good idea with so many people locked indoors with little to do but read and write poems. So let’s get at it!

Here is the link to today’s opening prompt:  Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge Countdown, T-minus 10

If you are looking for this morning’s Bloomings prompt, it is right here:  Prompt #287 – Sight, Sound, Scent .

Connect, keep healthy, and poem on!

PROMPT #287 – Sight, Sound, Scent

As we look for comfort and connection during this rather unsettling time in our lives, let’s consider the words sight, sound, and scent.  Choose just one, and express a comfort it brings you.  Perhaps the scent of home-baked bread brings a warm memory to your mind. Does the sight of an early spring flower make you smile as it breaks through the snow or cold soil? Maybe the sound of a songbird lifts your spirits.

Let’s all meet here at the Garden Gate to connect and lift one another up.

Virtual hugs to you all, our poet family!

MARIE’S ATTEMPTED

MY SPIRIT’S SONG (a poem with *wrapped refrains)

I’ve often said it is no toss
‘tween loss of sight or hearing loss.
for music is to me as bread.
It feeds my soul, I’ve often said.

My heart beats to a melody –
a bond abiding breathlessly
as harmonies are coursing through,
in tune with what my heart beats to.

And I believe when angels sing,
our parched earth sips from worship’s spring
to praise a God we can’t conceive.
They catch my ear, and I believe.

It need not be a “worship song”
to lift my eyes and make me long
to sit upon my Father’s knee,
and see my worries need not be.

Should I not hear jazz beat of drum,
or soothing sound from cello’s strum –
Good Father, hearer of my prayer,
please sing to me, should I not hear.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

*Though mine is not a Wrapped Refrain poem, the idea came from it.  Click here to see the guidelines for Wrapped Refrain: INFORM POET – WRAPPED REFRAIN .

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Sweet poet friends:   We’re sorry this week went by without our usual Wednesday and Friday features.  Walt is just not well quite yet, and I just can’t fill his shoes.   I know he could use our prayers as he rests and mends.  He will join in as he can.   (Good to see you this morning, Pard!)

You may have heard that Robert Lee Brewer is planning a “count down” to his April Poem-a-Day challenge at Poetic Asides this year.  In fact, his first prompt went up this morning!  My plan, if I can keep up with it, is to daily provide a link to Robert’s prompts here at Bloomings.  If you care to share your P.A.-prompted poems daily here, you are more than welcome to do so. We can interact and encourage one another easily here.  Here is the link to today’s opening prompt:  Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge Countdown, T-minus 10

Hugs to you all, as we navigate our new (hopefully very temporary) normal across the globe.  

Marie

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WALT SMELLS:

THE ASCENT OF LIKE SOULS

Float and soar just like a balloon,
to rise right before our eyes
as we watch your grand ascent.
You were meant to reach
new heights. Your flight
will take you far. You are
what we all aspire to be.
We are all balloons!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik