Welcome to the Original POETIC BLOOMINGS.
We are happy to present still a newer vision for an old familiar place where the poet in you can put down roots and flourish. We will continue to stay true to our mission: to propagate poetry and the people who pose it. We are all about YOU. Promotion is part of this battle we wage, and if POETIC BLOOMINGS can aid in some small way, then we have accomplished much! Join us regularly to stay abreast of goings on through prompts and other poetic devices, links to other poetry forums and our contributing poets, (the occasional interview) and whatever else we deem important for your information and enjoyment. Marie Elena and I are glad to host you again. Take a walk along with us as our poetic garden blooms. Once again, we re-welcome you to POETIC BLOOMINGS!
YOUR POETIC BLOOMINGS CO-HOSTS:
WALTER J. WOJTANIK
What would Walter J. Wojtanik say about himself if he were still with us? I haven’t the slightest clue. But I’ll tell you what I do know. Walter came about his poetic wile the old-fashioned way. He EARNED it! (Where the hell is John Houseman when you need him?) The once shy and unassuming nebbish (hard to believe it, isn’t it) found his way around words at an early age, writing science fiction at ten, love songs for a future lovely at thirteen and found poetry soon after he realized his lyrics were rather poetic. And yes, there really is such a thing as found poetry!
A Creative Writing elective as a high school senior opened his eyes to the process and nuance of poetic thought. He graduated and let all that knowledge languish unused for thirty-five years. Trust me when I say that words unread are not dead. They only sleep. Walt woke them up in April of 2009 when he found an enticement to attempt a Poetry Challenge. In the course of thirty days, Walt met some incredibly talented and encouraging new friends and churned poems out to the pace of 10-12 poems a day. He was committed. (Or at least he should have been!)
One of the poetic friends he met was a woman from the Toledo, Ohio area who became the push (read… kick in the posterior) for him to strive for that lofty goal. That woman? Golda Meir… no, I mean Marie Elena Good. A friendship was formed that lasts to this day and survived the machinations of a joint poetry blog, “Across the Lake Eerily”, the pre-cursor to what would become POETIC BLOOMINGS. And the rest, as they say… is a mystery!
Walt continues to write his poetry, being chosen 2010 Poet Laureate for the April Poem-A-Day Challenge at Poetic Asides. To date he is the author of numerous poetry collections and chapbooks which include WOOD and RETURN TO WOOD (about his boyhood home and stomping grounds), and his DEAD POET series (…Once Removed, …Not Quiet Yet, and …the Preposterous Pre-posthumous Poems). He remains close to his native Lackawanna, New York, residing with his wife of 33 years and his goldfish of seven. (As of this date, we’ve lost the goldfish. His wife manages along swimmingly. Walt counts music composition, painting and wood working among his many acquired abilities, and he continues to bore people to tears with the growing list of such. Proving once again that nobody likes a smart-ass show-off!
Walt is a man of many faces and numerous poetry blogs, but for the most part his work can be found at
MARIE ELENA GOOD
As a sometimes writer of children’s stories and forever poet who too-often loses words, she is thankful for aids, encouragers, and the prodding of prompts. She has received far more publication rejections than acceptances, and has a raging hunger for stories and poems to leave the nest.
That said, she has done embarrassingly little about it. Because, see, all the fun is in rubbing noses with poets from whom she can learn much about other cultures and religions, love, and life in general. Oh, and poetry … the pretty poetic words she learns from the pretty poetic souls, feeds hers richly.
She is a firm believer in gratefulness as a lifestyle, smile as a wardrobe, and poem as an eternal verb.
More of Marie’s work may be found at Pictured Words