Welcome April! A poet’s favorite month! 🙂

DAY 4 prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides:  Write a wish poem.
Link to Poetic Asides PAD Challenge Day 4

Welcome to April, Bloomers! We’re glad you are here! We will provide Robert’s 2020 April Poem-a-Day Challenge prompts right here at Poetic Bloomings each day.  We will suspend our own Sunday prompts during April, in favor of simply poeming alongside the WD Poetic Asides group.

If you share your poems here (and we hope you will!), we also want to urge you to post at PA, as well.  The idea is not to take away from Robert’s site, but to have a place where our Bloomers can easily share our poems daily, and interact and encourage one another throughout the month.  No need to wait for moderation, here.  We are a small and intimate group. We know you!  And we are better for it!

Connect, keep healthy, and poem on!

37 thoughts on “2020 APRIL POEM-A-DAY, PROMPT #4


    We’re deep in summer, and I miss you;
    each sultry summer, how I miss you.
    And so I’m singing soft summer blues.

    Last year, last April, our love was new
    and throughout May days our love ran true,
    but now I’m left with soft summer blues.

    The autumn’s coming; then winter flows,
    but I’ll still see you through winter’s snows
    and spring will promise more summer woes.

    I’ll spend a lifetime of missing you;
    I’m always wishing I’m kissing you
    and always singing soft summer blues.

  2. D

    Today is the grand natal day of the fabulous photographer-poet-philosopher, Hannah, so…

    Hannah’s Natal Day

    My fire sign sister has
    created a stir,
    as today is her birthday,
    passing by in a blur,
    with friends sending wishes
    from necessarily afar,
    all saying the same thing,
    how delightful you are.
    I know this is the start of
    a gorgeous next year,
    as deep in our hearts,
    we hold you so dear.

  3. I’m fighting annoyance; everything (including the T-Minus prompts) I post at PA goes into moderation.
    Reflections on the St. Stephen’s College Massacre

    In a corner of the old church yard,
    next to that tombstone that’s
    drifting deep into damp peat,
    there’s a small plaque beside
    the Yew tree remembering
    a child killed in Hong Kong
    on Christmas Day 1941.

    I wish him God’s speed and peace.

    • Something we might all wish for many today. I’ve set this day aside for fasting, prayer and reflection.

    • Wow. Heartbreaking story that you capture heartbreakingly.

      Misk, all my comments and such go through moderation at P.A. as well. I also find it increasingly hard to read and connect there, which saddens me. I assume that is a WD requirement (the moderation of every comment), but I don’t know for sure. As much heart and soul and time as Robert puts into his challenges, it is just so sad to see this outcome. But still lots of folks are posting their poems there, so that’s good.

  4. I Wish


    we were all home in heaven
    where tears are no more,
    pain is banished,
    and all are without
    the stain of sin.

    Where things are as before
    Adam and Eve fell.
    Where we are face-to-face
    with our Creator, Father God,
    where time has lost its power
    and darkness is no more.

  5. .

    When you wish upon a star
    For a trip or brand new car
    Don’t be disappointed when
    Your wish falls flat

    Why not wish for something great
    For true love or no more hate
    We all need new hope for life
    That’s where it’s at

    (Now tell me honestly, how many of you sang along with this poem?!)

  6. .


    If only I could tell you,
    by verbalizing thoughts,
    so you could come
    to comprehend the
    feelings in my heart.

    I would have a
    thousand things to tell you,
    in a million different ways,
    about the beautiful
    and loving things
    that fill my daily gaze.

  7. WISHBONE, by Walter J Wojtanik

    You grab a leg.
    I’ll grab one too.
    Practicing distancing
    Of an anti-social nature.
    You give a strong tug,
    I’m losing my grip.
    I cough. I wheeze.
    I beg pretty please
    That this fever diminishes
    Or it finishes me off.
    I wish I wasn’t feeling this bad.
    I’ve had better days.


    My poetic efforts will be sporadic throughout April. I am battling the virus. I am home self-isolating. I have no energy to compete. So I’ll stay in my seat, read when I can and wish this ends for all of us.

    • Walt, I’m glad you let everyone know, here. I felt it wasn’t my “place” to let our Bloomers know what is happening with you. Praying every single day, my friend. Every single day.

    • OH Walt, Thank you for sharing .. Praying right now that your body will have the strength to combat the virus. Know that the prayers of many others in the garden and beyond will be winging upward for your recovery. “O Lord please surround Walt with your Peace and Love, and may he feel your presence. In Jesus Name…

  8. Longtime Wish

    I remember seeing her there
    Slender figure, short blond hair
    She glided across the country pond
    Like at a fairy, I did stare

    Of winter games, I was fond
    Sled riding, snow angels and beyond
    But I slid on ice in dowdy boots
    I wished I could soar like the blond

    And then one day just for hoots
    We went to the rink, traded our boots
    For skates like I’d seen several years back
    Grace not one of my attributes

    Skating skills my ankles did lack
    I fell to my knees and on my back
    Splat when I tried to spin or twirl
    Lovely as a potato sack

    When I go through gates of pearl
    I wish to skate like that fairy girl
    Spin and dip and leap and whirl
    Spin and dip and leap and whirl

  9. Hello all – Paula (Wanken) Riggs, here… trying to get my poetic patootie back in the swing of things…I’ve made it to day four so I thought I should start posting. I’m not sure if I’ll make it the whole month, but it has been quite some time since I’ve been here, so I’ll give it a go. I’ll come back to read/comment when I’m able, but for now, here’s my Day 4…and I’ll go back and post days 1-3. (To all – take good care through all of this pandemic chaos, and find some comfort in your corner of the world, and through the words shared through social media connections, distant though they be.)

    Dark Nights
    by Paula Riggs

    the night, clouds cover
    all hope of
    shooting stars
    and sending wishes to the
    far side of the moon

    • Paula, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO glad you decided to come back and let us enjoy your gorgeous poetic voice and fun/kind/sweet heart!!!!!!!!!!!!

      I love you, and I love this poem. It’s haunting, but so lovely at the same time. ❤

    • Hi Paula, I am another one who has been out, but am enjoying being back in – coming back to family. Good to see everyone who is here. Close your eyes and wish, they will still fly to the moon.

  10. Pardon? Maybe I Need Hearing Aids.

    Which wish is which?
    Witch wish is which?
    Which witches swish?
    Which swishes which?
    Which wishes switch?
    Which wishes swish?

    © Marie Elena Good, 2020

    Not much of a poem, but lots of fun to write!

  11. Whooooo – try to say that out loud even once – three times….. no way.
    Fun Fun Fun.

  12. The Album of Dreams and Wishes

    Sometimes adventure must be found
    Within the pictures in a book
    Welsh valleys where ancestors trod
    A village green , a fish filled brook
    Markets filled with meats and plants
    The local pub, an inglenook
    Stone castles crumbling on a hill
    Some roadside sheep and cawing rook
    We dream of those we’ve never met
    Who live in pages of a book

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