Our month long excursion into poetry had ended. Again, it was a rocky road. The subject didn’t please everyone. After starting out like gangbusters, we sailed into the sunset  with our loyal poets who were able to complete the task! We’ve survived. It always was about our survival.

And so we’ll begin the stretch run to the end of the year touting that fact. Write a survival poem. A completion poem perhaps. What situation (not thinking poetic challenge here) were you able to “survive?”  Which task have you completed with which you are extremely proud?

Again, thank you to all our poets for giving an effort in trying the July prompts. As we get back to “normal” here (at least we can have that) remember that our Sunday Seed is posted weekly. And our Inform Poet hits on Wednesday. Friday’s “For Your Consideration” Flash Fiction/poem prompt will be offered every other Friday. Enjoy the rest of your poetic summer and we’ll see you in the garden!



She was planted with care,
right there
where her dark leaves and white flowers
would give hours of joy each day.
But it hasn’t worked that way.

Years have passed
since she last bloomed.
She seemed entombed
immured, as she simply

until Keith dug her up,
changed the makeup below,
which allowed the free flow
of water to root, and
we can’t dispute the wonder.

Once freed from earth’s clay,
we saw growth the first day.
Now she won’t just survive.
She’ll thrive.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020


SURVIVING LIVES, by Walter J Wojtanik

They come together to live apart,
this art of deception is for both hearts protection.
And yet time passes and two horses asses
have perfected the dance. Romance is feigned
and nothing is gained in the pretense.
Their recompense is small consolation.
They can’t live with; can’t live without.
They stay together for the sake of survival!


(Derek Gee/Buffalo News)

All sports leagues suspended play during the COVID-19 pandemic. Odds are slim that play will resume anytime soon or in a form we’ll recognize. What sport, if any, do you miss? Do you miss them at all? Do you revel in having your “Sundays” back? Present a poem of the sport you miss or wished stayed permanently away. You can even write that carefree Sunday afternoon. Just be a sport about it and write without malice, Alice! Poem On!


Another Summer on our doorstep. I don’t know about you, but the weather has been disappointing around here. A lot of rain and no chance to keep up with the high grass! But, that’s not the typical vision of summer. Give us an image of the idylls of Summer to make the anticipation of this season worth our while. Evoke a smile, illicit a tear, give your Summer whatever twist it needs to make us forget the lead up into its arrival. We, the people expect more from Summer than most months of the years. Write your preamble to Summer.



People are joking,
Poking fun at Ohio.
But this mild June
Has me beguiled.
Too soon, we will
Sweat, and I bet
Some will regret
Their protests,
Once oppressive heat
And mosquitoes meet
Beneath the firecrackers –
Hijackers of all that
Makes me swoon this June.

So chill. Grab the grill
While it’s still cool.

Grammar school!
Error there:
Not cool grill, but cool air.

Make the most of June –
She’ll be gone soon.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019



I walk along the shoreline. Evening has lowered her veil showing her sumptuous soft features laced by her endearing charms. Darkness sweeps the horizon as if her arms had become heavy and fall slowly to her side. I slide my hand into hers when she would allow it and we steal soft whispers and the most delicious tender kisses, a bliss unknown to us so far. And as the stars find their spaces, our faces are graced by a glow so bright it can be seen for miles and miles of smiles for a summer night!

waves washing away
the harshness of  summer days
as the night smiles

(c) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019


Today we revisit the concept of a bucket list of sorts. We begin each year with big plans, starting with our seldom kept New Year’s resolutions. We brainstorm ideas of things to do, places to see and people with whom we’ve been meaning to catch up. But again, the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.


Often seen through the course of a life well lived (and a questionable continuance) we hear tell of people’s half-hearted attempt to squeeze more life out of the time they have. But what we’re looking at as we near the halfway point of the summer season here in the North American continent, (and other seasons around the world) are the plans that you made that have fallen through for some reason. Maybe they didn’t fit into your schedule at this time. Perhaps finances became an issue. Possibly there had been a life altering situation in your realm of influence that prevents you from carrying it out. Whatever the reason, tell us what you missed out on so far this year that you wished you hadn’t! There’s still time to do it mind you, but maybe committing it to page will be just the thing to motivate you to get it done!

Write your poem based on these thoughts!



No visits from friends
back east. Beast known
as age is rearing it head.
Knees, hips, lack of funds,
well, after all, we were
the ones who moved
across country. I miss
not sharing all that we have
discovered in neighborhoods
out here. Wait. As I write
this, we get a call. All is not
lost. Niece and spouse
are coming in. Their son is beginning
college in Portland. Look forward
to seeing them in couple
of weeks. I am already thinking
where we can take them,
what to cook, and how homey
the house will feel with visitors




 It’s a peaceful repast to our day,
which fulfills us in every way.
It always seems we spend time in daydreams,
and not enough on just living, I’d say!

(A Gwawdodyn)


(C) Walter J. Wojtanik


The last day of July and the sun is setting on another Summer P.A.D. We started out gangbusters and fell off a bit. Either I was a victim of that Facebook scam that posts vile comments which drove our poets away, or someone let the cat out of the bag that I’m Conservative! 😀 But the loyal poets who have posted most if not all prompts deserve accolades and my admiration for sticking it out!

So we’ll end this year’s exercise with inspirations from country singer Kenny Chesney’s When the Sun Goes Down!



Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand
Cold drink chillin in my right hand
Watchin you sleep in the evening light
Restin up for a long, long night

Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feelin all right
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where it’s nice and breezy
Sleepin off the night before
Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be back for more

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothing to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it’s time to play

When the sun goes down, we’ll be grooving
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
She thinks Kracker’s Sexy when the sun goes down

We’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kennys’ hotter when the sun goes down

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water,
Everything is hotter when the sun goes down.


Written  by Brett James


To end this month, write a summer sunset or sundown poem. Use your palette of words to paint a brilliant scene. And thank you for another productive month of poems!


We’ll be back Wednesday to resume with our INFORM POETS prompt. Until then, vaya con dos!


Saturday is movie day, so we are bringing two films to your screen to inspire you.

The first is the classic coming of age story, The Summer of ’42.

Summer of '42

Summer of ’42


Summer of ’42 is a 1971 American comedy-drama film based on the memoirs of screenwriter Herman Raucher. It tells the story of how Raucher, in his early teens on his 1942 summer vacation on Nantucket Island (off the coast of Cape Cod), embarks on a one-sided romance with a young woman, Dorothy, whose husband had gone off to fight in World War II.



Our second feature is A Storm in Summer.

A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer tells the story of an old Jewish shop owner Mr. Shaddick (‘Peter Falk’) who suddenly finds himself responsible for a little black boy named Herman Washington (‘Aaron Meek’) who is trying to escape the chaos of Harlem as part of a sponsorship program. At first, Mr. Shaddick wants nothing more than to get rid of the kid, but to spite the well to do lady who tries to take him over to her home, he decides to take Herman in. As time goes on, Mr. Shaddick finds himself caring about Herman and has the misfortune of being the bearer of bad news, which reminds him of when he received a telegram himself.


Choose either to inspire you. You can write of a summer where you experience a life changing event and how you coped with it. Or you can choose to write a summer storm poem. We’re talking weather, social upheaval, or controversy that can be considered a “storm” of sorts. No matter which one you choose, it will be expressed tenderly by your heart.


We’re winding down our challenge and soon it will be back to the grind. So let’s escape in a big way. It’s our end of summer party. We’re kicking off the festivities with the next song on our playlist: Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville.


Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin’ my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they’re beginnin’ to boil

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault

I don’t know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo
But it’s a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven’t a clue

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

So of course we’ll party responsibly, know our limits and kiss this bad boy adieu! And write a poem about your own Margaritaville or a facsimile thereof! What’s your idea of paradise? Is it a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there? Your title will be (YOUR NAME)VILLE. Sell us on your destination! And remember, it’s your own damn fault!


Village In Late Summer – Poem by Carl Sandburg

Lips half-willing in a doorway.
Lips half-singing at a window.
Eyes half-dreaming in the walls.
Feet half-dancing in a kitchen.
Even the clocks half-yawn the hours
And the farmers make half-answers.
Carl Sandburg’s poem has us gathering in the village square in late summer. There is a sense of community in a place where people gather, much like the Poetic Bloomings garden. Make the title of your poem VILLAGE ________ and write the poem about your community . Village Square, Village Idiot, Village Life… (of course you can substitute Town, City, Community, Island for Village as well. It’s about your dwelling place more than anything.


Half bleary-eyed when I wrote this one, and I’m not really pleased with it. So, I’m throwing up a Wild-Card! Staying with location, every big state, big city or even small town has a motto or slogan. Illinois is the “Land of Lincoln”, New York is the “Empire State”, NYC is the “Big Apple”. Around my neck of the woods there is the “Steel City”, “City of Good Neighbors”, the “Queen City” and “Cataract City”. If you live in an area with such a moniker, write that as your inspiration.


It’s been quiet around here, so we’ll turn up the volume and use song to deliver this prompt! From 1958, here’s Eddie Cochran and Summertime Blues:


I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a holler
About a workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, “No dice son, you gotta work late”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom and pop told me, “Son you gotta make some money”
If you want to use the car to go ridin’ next Sunday
Well I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sick
“Well you can’t use the car ’cause you didn’t work a lick”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

I’m gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I’m gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well I called my congressman and he said “Whoa!”
“I’d like to help you son but you’re too young to vote”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues


Published by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

That’s right out of the heart of Rock and Roll. Now, we’re not looking for a song about “the Blues” (although if that’s where this takes you, go for it). What we ask is that you write a “Colors of Summer” poem. There’s much by which to be inspired. Azure skies, blue waterways, green grass (or around here, brown grass)… find a tint and hue of the season and rhyme without reason! Well, maybe one reason… because you love to write poetry! And remember, “there ain’t no cure” for the poems you choose!
Wednesday usually means a form. I was going to suggest a sonnet. So if the feeling moves you, please indulge my whimsy!


Another simple quote becomes our fuel for today’s prompt. The age old conundrum between the concepts of similes and metaphors. To refresh:

A simile is a figure of speech in which two unlike things are explicitly compared, as in “she is like a rose.”, “The thick fog is like pea soup.”**

In comparison, a metaphor is a figure of speech in which a term or phrase is applied to something to which it is not literally applicable in order to suggest a resemblance, as in “A mighty fortress is our God.”, “The fog is thick pea soup.”.**
To throw a monkey wrench into it, a mixed metaphor is the use in the same expression of two or more metaphors that are incongruous or illogical when combined, as in “The president will put the ship of state on its feet.”.**
** All definitions are from
The quote to trigger your response:
“Summer, like a kiss, trembles when it first arrives.” ~ Marty Rubin
Come up with a few summer metaphors or similies and put one (some) into your poem.