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The sky’s the limit for this week’s highlighted poet in the POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM. Damon Dean is a genuinely gifted poet whose expressiveness and point of view span the spectrum of life in a very keen way. His work is always a destination, whenever and whatever prompt is offered; you know the quality of work you will discover there. He continues to share his thoughts and splay his heart for the world to take a piece and be enlightened by it. Here I give you Damon Dean’s poem, “Rising”


Something rises in my heart
but then I know, not only heart,
but mind as well.

And then I know, it’s in my senses
too, and in the things I’ve known
as well as wondered,
and the blend of
no, not constrained, but trained,
by syllable and rhyme,
converge, sometimes
like ripples leaping rocks
or gasses from a geyser
or lava from a cone of porous stone,
or like the sigh of morning wind’s first breath
on tender meadow grass,
the early kiss that moves
dew drops to quiver–
and a poem appears.

And poems appear,
like nature’s voice
like commentary on the warmth
or judgment on the cold,
or tunes hummed by the middle seasons,
autumn, spring,
as if they were two grandmas holding
children in their laps,
and poems appear,
and like a kiss,
like lava from the heart
the poet feels
a satisfaction
in the rise.

And something settles in my heart,
but then I know, not only heart,
but mind as well.
A poem appears.

© Damon Dean


Read Damon Deans work at


An interview with Damon Dean by Marie Elena Good



Another of the long string of contributors here at POETIC BLOOMINGS is Connie Peters. She had joined us from the very beginning after we first “met” her over at Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer during the April P.A.D. Challenge in 2009. She, the master of Acrostic poetry, has a vision quite refined and defined by her strong faith and her heart for humanity. Connie is also one with an interesting story told in snippets of her poetic wile. She continues to be a strong voice in this poetic community. I am presenting two of Connie’s works, showing her clear vision and her appreciation of the gifts apparent in this life we share. Here are “The Moon” and “Clarence and Marie” by Connie Peters.

The Moon

The moon sat on the mountaintop,
as if it were going to camp there.
Reluctantly, it disappeared,
perhaps searching for poets to inspire
for a romance to rekindle,
or a lake to admire its own reflection.



Clarence and Marie

“Tell me what you’ll need,
and I’ll show you how to do without it,”
said the kind old man
who lived across the road.

But he and his wife did a lot for us
(a young couple and a baby)
living far away from home,
our friends and relatives.

They became our second parents,
inviting us over for holidays,
running us to Bible Studies,
offering us help and encouragement.

We lost each other over the years,
but we’ll always be grateful for them.


Find Connie’s work at 


Marie Elena’s interview with Connie Peters is at


A link to Connie’s Memoir Project Chapbook, “The Party’s Started”


Now, this next poet has been a favorite for quite some time. And the selected poem fits her persona extremely well. She, of the purple pen (formerly of the Great Northwest) and back home in her East Coast digs, Sara McNulty has always been equated with “Alice Through the Looking Glass” (in my mind’s eye, anyway), as you would see on her blog’s background wallpaper. But beyond that, her experiences well documented through her poetry, have made her an inspired poet to say the least.  Sara had held fort as the Co-Host of POETIC BLOOMINGS when life had forced its will on Marie Elena, and quite a partner she had been. She honors our pages with her works to this day, always supportive and gracious. Here in true form, Sara channels Lewis Carroll in her poem, “Into A Tale.”


I stepped inside the pages inked
in vibrant shades that seemed to wink.
A caterpillar sat and smoked;
he blew out words, but did not choke.
The March Hare asked me to decide,
did I want tea? I stepped inside.

Such strange creatures I ran into,
a cat that vanished right on cue.
A rabbit who was always late,
a queen whom you could not debate.
Back at home, I told my teacher
of those I’d met, such strange creatures.

(C) Copyright Sara McNulty

This poem was presented for the INFORM POET – WRAPPED REFRAIN


Sara McNulty’s works reside at her blog,


Read Marie Elena’s interview with Sara McNulty at



In today’s installment of the POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM, we open the book on one of our longest standing participants here in the garden. His story is a fascinating read when splayed out in his poems and prose, and who knows what else that describes him. He loves his family and his country, and that big eared mouse down Florida (and California) way. Proud of his military background (as are we) and could be considered a patriot. His faith  has been his saving grace and shows itself in almost everything he presents. And his heart is on display clearly in the works of poetry he has offered here at POETIC BLOOMINGS and other sites with which you are familiar. He has traveled a very diverse road and we’re happy he has chosen to share his heart here. In the 25th edition of the PBRR, it is appropriate that I give you Earl Parson’s “The Road”, from Prompt #190 – Going For The Gold”.


No medal
No trophy
No gold at race’s end
No winners
Or losers
More road around the bend
Through summer
And winter
The road goes on and on
No heat waves
No snow days
A champion must stay strong
A challenge we will meet
Life’s road will not defeat

© Earl Parsons

Earl Parsons’ work can also be seen at his blogs:

The Outspoken Patriot

Walk ‘n’ Talk’n’ Christian

Marie Elena’s interview with Earl Parsons can be viewed here:





When we had to close the Poetic Bloomings garden gate, one of the things I missed most  was interviewing our poets.  Though we can learn a great deal about one another from the poems we share, there is something much more intimate about sitting down one-on-one with someone, focusing only on them for a bit.  I get much satisfaction in presenting them to you.

Today, I’m pleased to present one of our original Bloomers and long-time poet friend, Earl Parsons.

MARIE ELENA:  Welcome, Earl!  If memory serves, we met back in 2009 for The Writer’s Digest April Poem-a-Day challenge with Robert Lee Brewer.  Is that right?

EARL:  Actually, I started in the PAD challenge in April of 2008. I may have been an unknown entity at that time, don’t you know. Still, I was there and made it for a few more PAD challenges. I actually made it through most of the ones I started, but it was a struggle due to my job as an Insurance Adjuster who covered a 44,000 square mile area, and never knew when and where I would be from day to day. But, that’s a subject for another book of poetry.

MARIE ELENA:    44,000 square miles?   Yikes!  It’s a wonder you were able to have any life outside of work, let alone a writing life!  Well, I’m glad that isn’t an issue for you anymore, and we can reap the benefits here at Poetic Bloomings!

EARL:  I will say that I was so happy when Poetic Bloomings sprang forth. I feel at home here, and the challenges spark my brain. I’m very happy y’all are back together.

MARIE ELENA:  Thank you for your kind words, Earl.  We love what we do here, and are thankful for poets like you.   So, what was your first experience at writing poetry?

EARL:  That came about ten minutes after I understood that words can rhyme from time to time and a rhyme with time is a timely rhyme. In other words, I started my poetry journey at a very young age. How young? I couldn’t say, but I was told that in kindergarten I could already put rhymes together, and often would, depending on what was happening around me.

MARIE ELENA:  Kindergarten, eh?  I can relate! My “ear for rhyme” was mentioned on my recently rediscovered Kindergarten grade card!  Our mutual claim to fame, Earl!

Was Robert’s site the first on which you posted publicly?

EARL:  Publicly and regularly, yes. I had, however, put writings on the Internet sporadically here and there, starting around the time of 9/11.

MARIE ELENA:  Knowing your love of country, it doesn’t surprise me that 9/11 flooded you with thoughts for which you needed an outlet.  Do you remember what (or who) sparked your original interest?

EARL:  When I was very young, it was just plain fun. When I reached my teen years, it was still fun, but I found that girls really like it, too. The more I got into music, especially what we now call classic rock, I found that poetry was the basis for most every song that I liked. Poetry was one of the things that helped me win my true love’s heart. And as an adult, I find poetry to be a place to release all the passions in my soul.

As for someone that first sparked the interest, I can’t say who was the first spark, but now it is my family, my country, and my God that provides all the sparks I’ll ever need.

MARIE ELENA:  What is your goal in writing? Is it simply to enjoy the experience, or is it to be a published author?

EARL: My actual goal is to arrange words that paint pictures, tell stories, capture memories, stimulate laughter, or produce tears. I strive to draw the reader into the poem and strum their emotional strings into a beautiful song. I want my writings, especially the ones I write for God, to touch those that need to be touched, because I believe that anything written for the glorification of God is intended to be read by someone in an effort to further His kingdom on this Earth.

MARIE ELENA:  I couldn’t agree more.

EARL: That said, I would like to be published primarily for that purpose. Trouble is, I fear rejection, but know it’s a part of the submission process. Hopefully, I’ll get over that fear shortly.

MARIE ELENA:  I suspect many (most?) of us struggle in the same way.  I wonder if it helps if we see ourselves as writers/poets. Do you consider yourself a poet?

EARL: In the real sense of the word, no. I don’t know the forms very well. I couldn’t name but a few poets outside of Frost, Seuss, or Silverstein. In a discussion of poetry, I’m lost. So, no, I don’t consider myself a poet.

Now, when it comes to storytelling or entertaining, maybe there’s something there. I find it easy to write situational poetry, patriotic or political verse, or creative family historical pieces. In fact, I find it easier to put poems together than it is to actually write about things that interest me.

When it comes to writing poetry for children or God, I’m there. In fact, when I finally got serious about poetry about 20 years ago, many of the poems were spawned by the daily devotionals I was writing at that time. My target audience for the devotions, poetry, and dramas back then were teens and children, because I was headlong into the youth ministry at the church I attended. I have enough devotions and poems to fill a half dozen books, if only I’d get the nerve, or the faith, to submit them.

MARIE ELENA:  I had no idea you wrote more than poetry, or that you wrote for children and teens.  That’s fantastic!  I must say I find it very interesting that, as a prolific writer of poetry, you don’t see yourself as a “poet,” simply because you are not (pardon the coming pun) well versed in poetry and poets.  If anyone comments on this interview, I would love to hear their take on the subject. Perhaps we could have a discussion out here on that topic.

Excuse me just a moment, Earl.  Hey, Walt!  What do you think?  A topic discussion someplace in the garden, on occasion?   

Okay, Earl, if there is one thing I know you would call yourself, it would be “devoted  husband.” You’ve been happily married a good long time to your lovely wife, Kim.  How did you meet?

Earl and Kim

EARL:  Kim and I met at the NCO (Non-Commissioned Officers) Club at Scott Air Force Base in Illinois in the late 80s. We were both working part-time jobs; I as a bartender and she as a waitress. We worked in opposite ends of the club, but her bartender refused to make strawberry daiquiris, so she was instructed to come to my bar and have me make them. And that’s how the whole thing started.

As we became close friends, my feelings went a little deeper. I would take register tape and write poems on the back for her to read after her shift. She inspired me to write more and more and we became closer and closer, until, eventually, we fell in love.

MARIE ELENA: Oh, if that isn’t the sweetest thing!  And how did you propose?

EARL: On one Saturday morning I went to the mall on the way to meet her for breakfast, and stopped by the jewelry counter. I put the engagement ring in a brown paper bag with what I bought from the store, and popped the question when she opened the bag. And, to my total amazement, she said “yes.”  We just celebrated 29 years together, and are hoping for many, many more.

MARIE ELENA:  How fun! Congratulations on your 29th Anniversary! What would you say is the secret to your relationship longevity?

EARL: The secret to our success is definitely our relationship with God. We were both Christians when we met and got married, but we were not living a life that was honorable or acceptable to Him. We eventually realized how much we needed to get back to God and brought Him into our lives. Since then, He has blessed us much more than we ever deserved.

Every day with my wife and family is the best time of my life. I never want to find out what life would be like without them.

MARIE ELENA:   I’m happy for you and Kim, and of course, your children. A contented family life can’t be beat.

Now I’m going to turn the tables on you to ask, what is the hardest issue you have ever had to deal with, and what measures did you take to get through it?

EARL: I would have to say the nissen fundoplication in October of 2016. In simple terms, an NF is a Stomach Wrap, where the top portion of the stomach is wrapped around the esophagus and tied in place. This helps prevent heartburn and reflux, and can reduce or eliminate the need for medication. In my case it eliminated all the meds I was on for the problems I was having. But things just went wrong from the beginning. I spent 12 days in ICU and was transferred (life-flighted) to New Orleans for another 15 days. Kim was with me all the way, and my children were in and out as much as they could. I would write a book about the ordeal, but I don’t remember a whole lot of it. I do know, however, that a lot of people were praying for me, and God heard those prayers. As the prompts progress, you might read a poem or three that spawned from those 27 days and the time during the recovery.

MARIE ELENA:  Many of us “Bloomers” were aware and praying. What a relief, when we finally saw you out-and-about on Facebook again.  And speaking of prayer, I know you are a man of great faith … a believer in Jesus Christ.  How did you come to know Him, and how has your relationship with Him affected your life?

EARL: As a young child, I threw a fit at the end of summer vacation with my grandparents, and ran off and hid in the woods because I wanted to stay in the country with them. Well, my mother signed me over to them and they raised me. My grandmother was a drug addict, in that every time the church doors were open, she drug me with her. And I’m thankful that she did.

In Vacation Bible School at the age of seven, I said the prayer of salvation, and again in the next VBS, and the next VBS, and the next VBS, and so on. Of course, at that age I understood the Bible stories, but didn’t really grasp what it meant to be saved. As I grew older and into my teens, our youth group would cross the border into New Brunswick for good old gospel concerts. I truly loved these concerts, but had problems when the invitation rolled around. I would sweat and jitter and cling to the back of the seat in front of me, but usually I would just walk out into the atrium and check out the records and other merchandise. That way, I could escape the conviction I was under.

And then came THE concert. It was so crowded that when the invitation started, there was nowhere to go. First the group sang, “The King is Coming,” and the sweat poured off of my brow. Then they followed up with, “I Wish We’d All Been Ready,” and that did me in. The conviction of the Holy Spirit broke me where I stood, and after squeezing through the others in the row, I went forward for real.

A few years ago, I wrote this about that night:

I Wish We’d All Been Ready (by Earl Parsons)

An evening quite some time ago
A concert in New Brunswick
Woodstock, if I’m not mistaken
On a cold Canadian night
The music played
And the crowd praised the Lord
Me included
Although not sure I belonged there
Until the end
When the invitation began

“The King is Coming’ started
And the pressure mounted
My hands began to sweat
Then my brow
And down my neck
My heart rate increased
As they made their case
For heaven or hell
If only I could make it through
This song, I could go home
But then,
It went on
Verse after verse
Word after word
Eating at my lost soul
Calling me to repent
And give in
To a Savior
That I needed to know
But didn’t
Or wouldn’t

Then it ended
The song, that is
And several people bumped their way by me
On their way to the front
Answering the call
The call I was fighting
Could I go home now?

Then the voice over the loudspeaker said
“Now is your time … your time to answer His call”
Then another song started
More powerful than the last
A song that hit me hard
A song that broke me down
A song that started my feet moving
Toward the front
To accept Him
Once and for all

“A man and wife alone in bed
She hears a noise
And turns her head
He’s gone
I wish we’d all been ready.”

“I wish we’d all been ready”
A sad song of truth
About those left behind
When the eye twinkles
And He returns for His own
To take us forever
With Him
On high
That’s where I’ll be
Because thanks to that night
And that song
I am ready
And I pray you will be too

As for how my relationship with Christ has affected my life, He has touched every aspect of it, even in the times that I relied on myself instead of Him. He has blessed me beyond anything that I deserved, and continues to bless me in so many ways. I owe it all to Him, and one of these days, I’ll be able to thank Him face-to-face.

MARIE ELENA:  Thank you for sharing that, Earl.  I also want to thank you in this public forum for your service in the U.S. Air Force.  Look how handsome! I’d like to hear how that came about.


EARL: Honestly, my time in the Air Force started out of desperation. I didn’t complete the proper courses in high school to qualify for college, and, honestly, I don’t think I would have been a good college student anyway. I wasn’t the keenest when it came to studying and all that, way back when.

It was nearing winter in Northern Maine, and I needed a job. Walking down Main Street in Presque Isle, I came upon the recruiters offices. As I looked at each recruiting poster, I eliminated one branch after the other. No Navy for me because I couldn’t swim. No Marines because I wasn’t tough enough. No Army because I didn’t want to be shipped directly to Viet Nam. But the Air Force … now that’s a branch I could handle. And I did for over 20 years, with most of that time spent overseas.

I served under Presidents Ford, Carter, Reagan, GHW Bush, and Clinton. Serving under President Reagan was a blast because he was the most respected and relatable CIC in modern history. President Carter gave us the largest pay raise. And GHW Bush was respected because of his history in uniform.

MARIE ELENA:  Twenty years. Wow. Did you ever end up being shipped to Viet Nam?  Where else did you serve?

EARL: I enlisted near the end of the war, and actually volunteered to go in country. But, being in communications in the Air Force, I was sent to Okinawa instead. While there, I participated in the setup of communication patches that were used during the evacuation process, which included the ill-fated “Baby Airlift.”

The next conflict came with Desert Storm in the early 90s. At that time I was stationed in Illinois and our unit provided weather data for troop movements. Other than that, most of my time in uniform was during peace time.

My last assignment, however, was working with a joint task force searching and recovering remains from Southeast Asia, Korea, and even China. I was the NCO in charge of the data automation section and never went in theatre, but did work with all of the files and data related to our missing in action and prisoners of war. During my two years in that division, I managed to read just about all of the files on the POWs and MIAs. There were some incredible stories about many incredible people.

MARIE ELENA:  Goodness.  I can only imagine these stories of absolute heroes in our midst.  Please tell me what you struggled with the most.  And can you now look back on it, and see a benefit?

EARL: Maybe I’m weird, but I loved every single day while in uniform. Each assignment brought new and interesting experiences, especially when overseas. My first assignment was in Okinawa, and it scared the living daylights out of this young guy from the country. But after a couple of days there, I loved it. Then came Missouri, Germany, mainland Japan, Illinois, and finally Hawaii. If someone would have told me when I was a young buck in high school that I would be traveling the world, I’d have told them they were crazy. Now, if only I could write that book.

MARIE ELENA:  EARL!  WRITE THAT BOOK! 🙂 And once again, thank you, sir, for your service to our country.

I end all my interviews with this:  If there was only one thing we could know about you, what would you want it to be … and why?

EARL:  I think that there is one thing that most people really don’t understand about me, and that is just how passionate I am, especially when it comes to God, family and country. Most mistake my passion for arrogance or even nastiness. Neither is anywhere close to the truth. My passion is heartfelt, researched, and honest.

Most of all, however, my passion is respectful of others and their passions. That is until things get nasty. I’m not perfect, and sometimes I come back with the same attitude that is pushed my way, but I do try and stay calm and rational. If the dialogue goes south, then I will usually step away.

Much of my passion is contained in my poetry. Some of my poems are direct and to the point, almost to the point of causing angst to the reader. Well, if that happens, then maybe it was meant to happen. The intent of many of my writings is to make people think by seeing the other side of the coin. All too often, however, the other side of the coin rocks the reader’s boat. Hopefully, seeing both sides will spur a conversation and educate at the same time.

In this PC world, I believe more passion is needed, along with more raw truth without the candy coating. And I’m here to write the words that express just that.

In closing, thank you Marie for the honor of being selected for an interview. And, as I’ve mentioned before, thanks to you and Walt for resurrecting Poetic Bloomings. Write on, everyone.


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If poet friends tell me anything, it is how much they miss POETIC BLOOMINGS. It has not been quite the same in all its regenerations. That’s because something important was missing. Correction: SOMEONE important. Well, that’s been rectified. SHE’S BAAAAACK! Starting Sunday, August 5th, 2018, MARIE ELENA GOOD reunites with Walter J. Wojtanik to revive an old, but friendly place to poem. POETIC BLOOMINGS will pick up where it left off and we will reseed this plot of fertile ground to return to posing our poetic pieces. 

Marie and I are simplifying our approach. We will drop the SUNDAY SEED (our prompt) every Sunday. There will be interviews when the spirit moves us and the INFORM POET will be incorporated into a prompt every now and then. So please consider returning to “The Garden,” The Best Garden for Verse, and allow Marie and Walt to host you in this journey. We’d be honored as always.



She did not come to my doorstep,
there was no notification that she was lacking.
All I knew was that we had performed together
admirably, and we knew we could do it again.
I never met her, this friend,
but I always knew in the end we’d still be a great pair.

Here she was, sweet as a ripe pear,
encouraging and nurturing, a light step
and a sledgehammer heart. A friend
indeed when a friend was lacking.
“I miss the process. Can we try it again?”
she messaged asking if we could still work together.

It surely didn’t take much for me to get her
enthused, for we DID make a great pair.
I have no qualms of firing those synapses again.
A garden themed poetic place where we step
in tune with other like minds, not lacking
the ability to find the words to pose. Widespread friends

who, when the day ends
feel better for the time together.
No heart leaves lacking;
a community beyond compare.
And from that very first step
it felt good to walk the garden again.

What did we think we’d gain
by bringing all these friends
to tread here in lockstep?
It becomes a reunion, coming to gather,
to be inspired, to cajole and share.
But mostly because we also needed the backing

of those who both of our lives were lacking.
So here we are again,
Marie and Walt, a somewhat storied pair,
very acquainted friends
who’ve never spent time together,
reveling in every calculated step.

Reconnecting has put the pep in our step that was lacking,
poetic pals together again,
with all our worldly and wordy friends beyond compare!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

Written in honor of this re-commitment as prompted by Miz Quickly’s (AKA BYY) MuhwufSS site.

Repeat and vary, part 3: The Sestina


So we are this close (fingers held an inch apart) to reigniting the poetic flamethrower known as POETIC BLOOMINGS. What began five years ago as a filler between PAD Challenges at Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer, POETIC BLOOMINGS met and exceeded Marie Elena Good’s and my expectations. After a tentative start, it had became a place where our poet/friends frequented to pose their poetry without pretense and stress. A gentle place akin to a fruitful garden where the beauty of words came to blossom and fully flourish. We’ve tried various forms and learned from each other in a very encouraging atmosphere. I must give a thank you to Patricia A. Hawkenson for being the spark for this re-boot. Early in this past April PAD challenge, she had lamented the absence of POETIC BLOOMINGS. I knew what she meant. Patricia did not intend to mean Creative Blooming or the rise from the ashes, Phoenix Rising. I know she meant this particular place. I agreed, I missed it too!

We are going back to the egg. Going old school. Back to basics. What does that mean? We will be returning to our “Sunday Seed” prompt as we had done before. We invite you to make prompt suggestions and we’ll try and oblige (and you’ll get the credit for it!) Wednesday will again be our exploration of form though the “INFORM POETS” series. We’ll be learning new configurations and  brush up on previously highlighted forms. Again, if you have a suggestion (or have created or have an idea for a new form) feel free to bounce it off of our poets. We’re here to help each other grow poetically and flourish as a poem writing community.

We will NOT be bringing back the Beautiful Bloom selections for a couple of reasons. Firstly (and most importantly) you are all incredibly talented poets. It had gotten to be quite a burden picking one or two poems that stood out when everyone could have been selected. It wasn’t fair to the judges to make that determination. Secondly, in a discussion with one of our poets (thanks Marilyn) it was a let down when you didn’t get the nod. It was just another rejection with which we as poets (writers) have to deal. There’s enough of that out there to bring it into this presumed peaceful place. No rejections here. Every seedling is a mighty oak in waiting. We all bloom beautifully. Let’s leave it at that!

The archive of all of your previous prompt responses can be found in the POETIC BLOOMINGS tab above the main title. There you will find the links for the INFORM POETS and INTERVIEWS for review. New INTERVIEWS or UPDATES will be included down the line. We will be aided in this venture by the very capable hands of Pearl Ketover Prilik. Pearl will host these casual chats and develop other projects for our poets to partake. Serving as a “Special Features Contributor”, this is Pearl’s first foray into the “Garden”. We welcome her and look forward to her contributions in this role she has accepted. The DAISY CHAIN and BOOK SHELF will both need to be updated. If your URL or blog title has changed, please let us know. Our e-mail address remains:


You will notice two new tabs included. “OUR SUCCESS STORIES” is just what it sounds like… any successes you have poetically (publications, awards, journals or anthologies) can be trumpeted here. As always, we are all about celebrating poetry and our poetic family! Post as comments under this heading and we will make sure to help get the word out.

The other delineation is called “OTHER POETRY PLACES” and as well is self-explanatory. This is a list of links to other frequently visited poetry blogs. If you notice one is absent, please comment as such and we’ll add the link. At this time, I must thank Paula Wanken (another Special Contributor) for assembling this list and agreeing to maintain and update these sites. We’ll try to include the current prompts being offered  there as time allows.

I would be remiss if I didn’t thank (with as much love implied) my co-conspirator here and in poetic circles everywhere, Marie Elena Good! Our dear Marie, an incredible daughter, wife, mother, nonna and all-around grand lady, gave me all her support and encouragement from the third day of our very first PAD back in 2009. Our rapport and bond has extended beyond these pages and our “Across the Lake Eerily” blog. We are connected eternally, as “family” should be. She has been and will remain the “Best friend I’ve never met” in perpetuity! And we’re not banishing her from this happy place. It is hoped that Marie will pop in to read and maybe  contribute as time and life allows you. Now she won’t have to be bothered by deadlines or timetables. Marie’s examples are ALWAYS welcome here. After all this is both of our creation. She belongs here! Thank you, Marie!

We have introduced of my new co-host at POETIC BLOOMINGS. Sara McNulty admits she can’t easily fill Marie’s shoes, but she isn’t expected to. My wish is to have this lady grow with the position (also as an administrator). We share a love for the poetic process and are always anxious to learn new things. I’ve met my match here in the imagination department where as I can be found traipsing through Oz and Bedford Falls, or as a Lost Boy in a hollowed out tree stump, this lady languishes “Through the Looking Glass” in an expressive (and impressive) “Wonderland” of her own making. She of the purple pen is our very own Alice.

With Mother’s Day this Sunday, we wish all mothers the happiest of days. You don’t need to worry about making time for poetry on this page, since your best living poems should be well within your reach. We will begin on Wednesday with our first INFORM POETS exploration in this wonderful word garden of ours. Happy poeming!



POETIC BLOOMINGS: The best garden for verse!

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After numerous inquiries about the POETIC BLOOMINGS poetry blog, which had been a popular place to play poet, I have decided to resurrect the original site as it had been intended. Born out of the collaboration between Marie Elena Good and me in an effort to remain connected with our poetic friends and continue the poetic process much in the vein of Poetic Asides (albeit on a much smaller scale), POETIC BLOOMINGS had developed a strong following. We believe it can flourish again. Returning to our “Word Garden” theme, we hope to accomplish that.

So, what can you do? For one thing, please consider returning to contribute to a great body of poetic works. Due to “Life” considerations, Marie Elena will remain as an “Administrator Emeritus” – holding honored status for first proposing the concept of PB, but allowing her to join us as she has time or sees fit to contribute.

So with that in mind I’ll announce that POETIC BLOOMINGS is looking for “a few good men and women” to help out in this cause. Here’s what I have in mind:

I’d like to add two administrators to help with the overall maintenance of the POETIC BLOOMINGS site. You would hold in essence “the keys to the kingdom”. It will give me a little more time to work on my own poetic pursuits, lighten the load and add fresh perspective and ideas to the execution of PB.

Also, I’m looking to add a person to handle each aspect of the original blog:

The “INFORM POETS” feature on Wednesday will be expanded to include a “MY FAVORITE FORM” variation where one of our contributors can suggest and highlight a form with which they’ve had success.

Marie Elena had developed a wonderful style and rapport through her POET INTERVIEWS. I would like to continue this as well with our newer contributors, as well as a “what’s new” update on past interviewees. A person would be required for this as well. You can develop your own style it you think assignment this fits your personality.

Another idea is to have someone compile a weekly list of prompts and activities from other poetic blogs/sites, to keep us all up-to-date on the goings on outside of our little plot of poetic paradise. 

Lastly, the idea of a “Guest Host” went over big when we resorted to it. Those wishing to serve in this capacity please submit your name via a comment or email at poeticbloomings@yahoo.com .

Please consider one of these ideas and return to “smell the flowers”. Invite your poetic friends to join us as well. And we’ll see what will bloom from that!






One of our favorite Bloomers has somehow avoided being interviewed, until now.  We all know Benjamin Thomas as a prolific poet and encourager extraordinaire.  It delights me to no end to finally get to chat with this handsome gentleman.  Welcome, Benjamin!   Read more…




PROLOGUE (Walt’s Notes): Our intention here at Creative Bloomings (Poetic Blooming) has always been the support and propagation of the poetic process. The intent was to fete all the poets with whom we had become acquainted though our various poetic sites and blogs. Plenty of opportunities are offered here to encourage and support all who write poetry: the Recollection Pages, the chapbook adventures, the Brilliant (Beautiful) Blooms, the Inform Poets feature, our “anthology” and no less important, the poet interviews. Since its inception, Marie and I had shared the process of presenting queries to our guests. I found that Marie had this certain gift as an interviewer, and handing the feature fully to her was a great decision I’ve never regretted.  We have covered the majority of our contributing poets, and will delve further as they frequent our blog. As in the past, we have reached beyond our garden to celebrate “fellow travelers” on this journey (Robert Lee Brewer and Margo Roby, to name two). So it was with that in mind that I had personally requested Marie to consider interviewing Dr. Pearl Ketover-Prilik. You know her name and her work. And Marie does her usual stellar job in bringing Pearl to our readers. Thanks to Marie for this consideration, and to Pearl for her friendship and willingness to open the Book of Pearl for us to know her better! Enough blather from the old guy… take it, Marie!


It isn’t often we interview “writerly” guests who do not (or seldom) plant seeds here in our garden.  However, this week’s interview takes us through the garden gate, and off the beaten path.  Don’t think for one moment though that “off the beaten path” equals “unfamiliar territory.” I believe all of our Bloomers recognize the face and voice of the talented Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik.  Read more…

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