POETIC BLOOMINGS

POETIC BLOOMINGS is a Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild site established in May 2011 to nurture and inspire the creative spirit.

CONNIE L. PETERS

Connie Peters, originally from western Pennsylvania now lives in Southwest Colorado with her husband, son and two adults with developmental disabilities. Her daughter, also a poet, lives in Louisiana.

Connie writes fiction, creative nonfiction, devotions and poetry for adults and children. Her work has appeared in many publications including Focus on the Family’s Thriving Child, Quiet Hour, 2 Cup of Comfort books and 3 Heavenly Humor books. Her poetry was published in Evangel, Cross & Quill, Christian Communicator, Wounded by Words (2008), The Power of Small (2011), Celebrating Christmas (2011), Prompted (2011) and presedentialprayerteam.com.

Connie writes regularly for The Pagosa Sun, Presidential Prayer Team and Adam Colwell’s WriteWorks. She enjoys playing Canasta and Scrabble, and traveling. She has visited all of the continental United States, and has been writing a poem a day since 2004.

Connie’s WEB WEDNESDAY INTERVIEW 1/18/2012

You can read more of her poetry at enthusiasticsoul.blogspot.com.

Connie’s choice of bloom is lilacs.

 

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  1. Prompt #2 Rhythm of the Falling Rain

    A Poem

    A seed of an idea
    Planted in the soil of experience
    Watered with wisdom
    Growing in the sunshine of creativity
    with or without the trellis of poetic form.

  2. Prompt #3 Something good out of something bad

    It’ll Get Better

    It’ll get better after it’s worse, I know.
    When I clean up a room, it goes really slow.
    Several hours in, it’s such a disaster.
    It looks like I used a dynamite blaster.
    I’d like to give up, pack up, and go.

    But I know this catastrophe I must master
    So I muster some umph and work a bit faster,
    wondering if my effort will ever show.
    It’ll get better after it’s worse.

    So I become organizer and caster
    And I clean down to the plaster
    Then the room takes on a special glow.
    So if life’s storm begins to blow,
    you’ll make it, if you’re an out-laster.
    It gets better after it’s worse.

  3. Alouette

    The Flag Waves

    The U. S. flag waves
    as it boldly braves
    the elements, like the men
    who battled before
    in many a war,
    for freedom, now and again.

    It flies strong and true,
    the red, white, and blue—
    thirteen stripes and fifty stars.
    Stars stand for the states.
    Stripes –colonies’ mates.
    Divine goal—stars, sunrays—bars.

    Red—brave, hardiness
    White—pure, innocence
    Blue—justice, perseverance
    Holding to ideals,
    resolution seals,
    Americans taking stance.

    We pledge to be true
    to red, white and blue
    and to the people who maintain,
    united and free,
    letting liberty
    and justice for all to reign.

  4. Promp #4 Flourishes under nurturing

    Faith

    F aith grows like a mighty oak.
    A n acorn of belief, lies in the fertile earth of the Word
    I n the sunshine of God’s love and
    T he rain of His Holy Spirit.
    H ow slowly it grows, until it’s strong, mighty and unshakeable.

  5. Prompt # 5 photo

    Pink Amidst Gray

    Chips crumble on decayed wall and fall
    Gray catches the eye, sucking you into gloom
    Lines like veins run through cracked paint
    Rose petals give a touch of beauty and hope
    So much like life, so much like poetry

  6. Prompt # 6 Color

    What Color Am I?

    Passion, energy
    Glowing warmth, friendliness, smiles
    Laughs, splashes, sunshine
    Friends singing around campfires
    Adventure, fun, happiness

    Pumpkins, yams, carrots
    Tiger lilies, marigolds
    Autumn leaves, sunsets
    Peaches, kumquats, nectarines
    Monarch butterflies, clownfish

  7. Prompt #7 Poem based on line from famous poet

    Let him be rich and weary, that at least,/ If goodness lead him not, yet weariness/ May toss him to my breast. George Herbert—The Pulley

    Rich and Weary

    Life is a mixed bag
    A weaving
    A tossed salad of good and bad.
    So many blessings!
    Miraculous bodies
    Beautiful creation to explore
    Friends and family
    Technological wonders!

    And yet, life can be so miserable,
    full of pain and trouble.
    In the good times, let’s run to Him
    and give Him praise and thanksgiving,
    so when it’s time to seek Him
    for His help, peace and comfort,
    we will know the way
    and be familiar with His voice.

  8. Sijo

    Forgiveness sets the victim free to live his life in joy.
    But pardon also releases the offender from the cage.
    You decide between freedom of the soul and bitterness.

  9. Prompt 8 Never a Cross Word
    (Beautiful Bloom)

    How I Wrote this Poem

    I’m afraid I’m going to be sitting here till morning,
    trying to put a scattering of words in a package called a poem.
    Maybe the good fairy will come tiptoeing between my neurons,
    picking ideas off the shelves like a Christmas shopper
    at a well-stocked shopping center,
    choosing thoughts as light and strong as aluminum
    or soft and comfortable like a quilt and pillow,
    piecing together this and that like a dogmatic heretic,
    stacking metaphors like Egyptians building pyramids,
    willing to rebel against rhyme and reason,
    attentive like a concierge looking for a big tip
    and then the end stands before me like an open door.
    I pocket dreams, fold up my feelings like a camper’s cot,
    and run through.

  10. Prompt 9 Deep Space 9

    I Concur

    I gaze upon the spinning earth
    so overcome with awe.
    I’m feeling rather miniscule
    before the work of God.

    On that blue marble hung in space
    in deserts, mountains, bays,
    from north to south, east to west,
    I explored in many ways.

    But of all the things I have done,
    no matter where I roam,
    I must agree with Dorothy—
    There is no place like home!

  11. Monchielle

    I Met Deadline Today

    I met deadline today
    Just two short articles
    Not much more than an inch.
    Won’t take much time, I thought,
    I’m sure they’ll be a cinch.

    I met deadline today
    Studied topic at hand.
    The first one was a breeze.
    So it stands to reason
    The next would come with ease.

    I met deadline today
    So I wrote past midnight.
    But the words made no sense.
    So I moved things around
    And I worked on the tense.

    I met deadline today
    Took six hundred two words
    And I whacked them in half.
    So now I will sit back,
    rest, and have a good laugh.

  12. Prompt #10 Friends

    Red Cliffs

    Strong
    Beautiful
    Fun
    Adventurous
    My friend Lorraine

  13. Prompt # 11 Good then Bad

    As Is

    I felt widowed,
    alone and abandoned.
    You were alive, but
    I didn’t know you.

    I didn’t know you.
    But God did.
    He loved us both as is.
    And brought you back.

  14. Prompt # 12 Animal, vegatable or mineral

    Like gargantuan gray yams,
    tapered to a paddle-shaped tail
    two flippers in front,
    snout that looks like it ran into a brick wall
    eyes like two deep holes
    a mouth formed in frown,
    as if they were once princes and princesses
    cursed to drift about underwater
    as Manatees.

  15. Prompt #13 Goal-oriented poem

    I aspire to lofty heights
    and devote much time to doing it right
    and along the way having some fun,
    but greater by far is getting things done.

  16. Eheree

    Deep

    Hidden
    Secreted
    I know You’re there.
    I search intently
    Delving diligently
    Pursuing determinedly
    Catching glimpses, spurring me on
    Persistently peeling back layers.
    Surely I’ll not give up, I will find You.

  17. Prompt #14 Lost and Found

    Horsey Sam Came Home

    I got him when I was three.
    I rode him hard and fast
    till little sis came on the scene.
    Sturdy and robust, Horsey Sam
    could carry two at a time.
    Then he was passed on to a nephew
    then another. He returned
    to trot off with my daughter
    then my son, then back east
    to a couple of nieces.

    My sister visited her grandchildren
    living not far from me.
    She brought Horsey Sam.
    Alas, he’s ready for pasture
    so they won’t be able to ride him.
    No stand or springs. Reins broken.
    Colors mostly worn off.
    But he’s strong and solid.
    For his fiftieth birthday
    I’ll clear off my dresser top for him
    to rest perhaps another fifty years

  18. Poesia di Tema

    Someday I Would Like to Meet Ted Kooser

    Old Ted and I’d have lots to talk about.
    Oh, maybe not the place and date of birth,
    he from Iowa in 1939
    me from P-A in 1958,
    but we both lived in Lincoln, Nebraska.
    We both word paint the simple things of life
    using clear language and plain metaphors.
    He didn’t have a lot of time to poem
    working his business of life insurance.
    Pulitzer winner, Poet Laureate
    and Nebraska U-Lincoln professor.
    And me a full-time host home provider
    who writes a poem a day and blogs away.

    A shining example inspires sweet dreams.

  19. Prompt # 15 View from a Park Bench

    The park bench
    dreamed of simpler times
    when it cradled lovers
    instead of leaves.

  20. Prompt # 16 Line from a song as title

    I Can’t Think of a Thing at All

    Oh, it’s happened again.
    I stare off into space.
    My muse has disappeared
    without leaving a trace.
    They say it happens to everyone,
    writers block will fall.
    But what an awful feeling
    when thoughts begin to stall.
    Oh me , oh my
    I can’t think of a thing at all.

    Gone are the metaphors,
    the passion and the angst.
    That temperamental muse,
    she’s up to her pranks.
    Ideas bounce away
    like a red rubber ball.
    My poetry writing
    has hit a brick wall.
    Oh me, oh my
    I can’t think of a thing at all.

  21. Promp #17 Changes

    Time for a Change

    Your spirit is restless each day
    You’re wishing to go your own way
    Discontent comes in a wide range
    So maybe it’s time for a change

    What fit like a glove does no more
    What once intrigued begins to bore
    What was familiar now seems strange
    So maybe it’s time for a change

    You balance the pros and the cons
    Concepts disillusionment spawns
    Priorities can rearrange
    So maybe it’s time for a change

  22. Sedoka

    Jaws

    Some things befuddle.
    Some I’ll never understand.
    Life’s mysteries cause questions.

    Over passing years
    I often wonder why would
    one want to be a dentist?

  23. Prompt # 18 Night Poem

    Chapters End

    For my nineteenths birthday,
    Mom fixed dinner and
    my best friend from high school
    and the guy next door came
    for lasagna and blueberry cheesecake.

    Afterwards, we three took a walk,
    miles up the back roads and paths
    into the State Game Lands.
    My neighbor, a hunter,
    knew his way around even at night.

    To the tune of crickets, peep frogs
    and an occasional owl,
    three long-time friends
    walked through the woods
    in the light of the full moon—

    laughing, talking and joking,
    never once thinking how seldom
    we’d be together after that.
    My last birthday as a teenager,
    a sweet, memorable one.

  24. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 19 Title and Deed

    Why We Write

    It could be we’re gluttons for punishment;
    we enjoy hearing not quite right, try again.
    It could be we’re too shy to speak
    so it comes out in some literary form.
    Perhaps we’ve nothing better to do
    like some people seem to think.
    Or maybe God has given us more time
    than He has given other people since
    that’s the biggest excuse not to write.
    Or maybe we think it’s just plain fun
    to make tangible the intangible
    to move, motivate, inspire, incite
    encourage, entertain, help, heal,
    teach, taunt, tantalize, turn things around
    or just to make someone laugh.
    Or maybe there really is a writing bug
    that crawls around biting the unsuspecting.

    Poets & Writers “Why We Write” Laurie Rachkus Uttich

  25. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Novo Otto

    Walking in the Rain

    Dramatic clouds paint the slate sky
    Walking in rainstorm feeling high
    Memories near from childhood days
    Hail pelts me but I do not mind
    A ride may come from someone kind
    But I’d refuse it anyways
    Home, I brush my tangled, wet hair
    Stung, my family shows no care
    But my childlike rainy joy stays

  26. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 20

    Photo prompt romance

    The Other Side of Romance

    As they cuddle there
    by the lake
    to the tune of crickets,
    gentle lapping waves
    and quacking ducks,
    he thinks of the stars in her eyes,
    the glistening of her dark hair,
    her soft, silky skin, not
    her nagging him to take out the trash,
    pantyhose hanging on the curtain rod
    or PMS.
    She thinks of his deep, baby blues,
    the strength of his shoulders,
    the warmth of his body against hers, not
    Monday night football games,
    belches in front of company
    shoes to underwear scattered
    throughout the house.
    That’s why, my dear children,
    there’s such thing as
    commitment.

  27. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 21 Surprise

    “Beautiful Bloom”

    Don’t Be Surprised

    Don’t be surprised to hear a monster roar
    Sounding like it’s coming through the door
    Growling, snarling like a grizzly bear
    Catching you completely unaware
    Or maybe more like a wild boar

    An earthquake shaking you to the core
    Or a rumbling train rattling roof to floor
    Or a dragon coming from its lair
    Don’t be surprised

    Curtailing fear may be a chore
    With a sound so great, you can’t ignore
    I tell you this because I care
    This is something I must share
    It’s only Pops and his nightly snore
    Don’t be surprised

  28. Connie L. Peters on said:

    pun-ku

    Hesitance

    “Why marry?” asks
    this generation.
    Couples falter
    at the alter.

  29. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 22 Found old photo

    This photo is from a past age
    Once they see my face on this page
    They’ll gossip, conspire,
    Brand me a vampire
    Like fans did to Nicholas Cage.

  30. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 23 Use: lonely, energy, headlines, wander, music and joke.

    Poetic Reports

    My eyes wander over the headlines
    of the local paper looking for words
    which capture the energy, the music,
    the loneliness, the joke of life.
    None do. Wouldn’t it be nice
    if poets reported the news?

  31. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 24 Rising to the occassion or falling short

    Expression

    The fervent pastor paces as he preaches
    Back and forth faster as he teaches
    Repeating himself to get the point across
    Worshipful hearts give birth to praise
    Thoughts are good starts but it’s time to raise
    Your hands and voices and give thanks for the cross

  32. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #25 Harvest Poem

    Planting seeds of hope
    Watering with sweat and tears
    Reaping with delight

  33. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Clerihew

    The puppeteer Kevin Clash
    With Elmo makes a big splash
    If everyone is backing him,
    Why do I feel like smacking him?

  34. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #26 Life’s a Little Weird

    My Life’s a Little Different

    I dry my hair.
    He jumps up and down beside me.
    I burn my finger.
    She laughs.
    I vacuum the floor.
    He hugs the vacuum cleaner.
    We have fun chatting,
    even though she can’t talk.
    I delight in his music
    as he plays the vacuum cleaner hose.
    I’m busy writing a novel
    and she wants me to arrange
    dozens of items on her lap in order.
    I shop as I push her in her wheelchair
    and he follows behind the cart.
    I have to be careful where I put my teabags
    so he doesn’t eat them.
    I brush my teeth
    and I brush theirs.
    I do my exercises.
    He wants to dance.
    I wake up in the morning saying hello
    as she says hello back.
    I relax in the living room
    and in he walks
    with his pants around his ankles.
    The calendar says October
    and she’s ready for Christmas.
    I pray in the morning
    and he drools on my head.
    I try to write a poem
    and he barks likes a dog.
    Life’s a little weird sometimes.

  35. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 27 The week that was

    Busy Week

    Pray the prayers
    Deadline’s looming
    Write the devotions
    Company’s coming
    Clean the house
    Play some word games
    Duo’s up
    Make the meals
    Pray the prayers
    Deadline’s looming
    Send in the devotions
    Company’s coming
    Clean the house
    Duo’s hungry
    Hear them calling
    Cook the meals
    Play some word games
    Happy Birthday to me
    Deadline’s looming
    Write the articles
    Company’s coming
    Clean the house
    Need vet interview
    Pray the prayers
    Deadline’s looming
    Work on lesson
    Wait for vet to return call
    Pray the prayers
    Company’s coming
    Clean the house
    Deadlines’ looming
    Company’s coming
    Interview the vet
    Play some word games
    Deadline’s looming
    Write the articles
    Work on the lesson
    Pray the prayers
    Company’s coming
    Clean the house
    Company came
    Had a great time
    Play some word games
    Work on the lesson
    Deadline’s looming
    Pray the prayers

  36. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #28 Taxed

    Sometimes a Writer has to Write

    We’re having no writer’s Christmas party this year.
    I forgot to book the church.
    Instead I have a novel,
    thirty poems,
    a writer’s course almost completed.
    So my writers group will bring in the new year with a party,
    Lord willing.

  37. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #29 Love Poem

    Love Lingers

    You sat on the couch
    falling asleep.
    It was late,
    you should go,
    but we wouldn’t see each other for a week.
    You didn’t want to leave.
    I’ve been loved deeply
    by God and other people
    but I never felt so wanted.

  38. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #30 Family

    Christmas Surprise

    A couple years ago,
    weeks before Christmas,
    I was sitting at the kitchen table,
    typing on my laptop,
    and I heard someone
    coming up the steps outside.

    Instead of a knock on the door,
    the doorknob turned,
    the door opened
    and it took a moment
    before I believed what I was seeing.

    You had said you wouldn’t make
    the thirteen hundred miles for Christmas
    and you didn’t lie.
    You came early.

    I guess it’s too much to hope
    that it will happen again.

  39. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #31 Grattitude

    I’m Thankful For…

    Typing on my laptop
    Looking at old photos
    Learning and growing
    Dancing to rock music
    Working until I’m tired
    Watching a good movie
    The act of remembering
    Traveling to a new place
    Worshipping God in song
    Shannon family reunions
    Shopping for a special gift
    Our crocheted nativity set
    Hiking in the great outdoors
    When God answers a prayer
    Our tree ornament collection
    The sound of rain on the roof
    Hugs from a man with autism
    My childhood in Pennsylvania
    When my writing surprises me
    My son’s laugh and helpfulness
    A warm blanket on a cold night
    Painting with my favorite colors
    Playing Scrabble with my sisters
    Comfortable jeans and sneakers
    A good book and time to read it
    When my words touch someone
    Chicken and homemade noodles
    My husband’s deep voice singing
    Climbing at Vedauwoo, Wyoming
    My parents who are now in heaven
    Belly laughs from a childlike woman
    When a Bible verse jumps out at me
    Colorado’s blue skies and mountains
    A hot cup of tea with cream and sugar
    Phone, online and face-to-face friends
    Kayaking in a bay or in a mountain lake
    Playing online games with my daughter
    A gift that says I know and appreciate you
    Being able to see, hear, taste, walk and talk

  40. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Limerick

    There once was a wealthy countess
    Though folks tried, they failed to impress
    She’d boss them around
    Till one night she drowned
    No one in her realm would confess

  41. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 32

    Traditions

    Traditions at a Host Home

    Our host home charge,
    a childlike woman,
    gets so excited about Christmas,
    that at the first hint of it,
    (usually a store ad in October)
    begs to put up the Christmas tree.

    In order not to be driven crazy,
    we mark the calendar,
    the first Saturday after Thanksgiving.
    When it arrives, we wheel her
    to the living room where she can
    inspect the proceedings.
    We play Christmas music,
    divvy out the eggnog
    and she rings her Christmas bell.

    Our second host home charge,
    a childlike man
    who likes noise,
    sits on the floor,
    facing her, and listens.

    After the tree’s up,
    our calico cat claims
    under the tree
    as her special resting place
    until she’s crowded out by presents.

  42. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 33 Preparation for Christmas

    Christmas Preparations Then and Now

    I used to get a real tree,
    make decorations
    and give some to shut-ins
    when we caroled.
    I used to make presents,
    wrap them in paper and bows
    and send off packages
    and hand written cards
    to everyone in the family.
    I used to prepare for and attend
    parties, pageants and programs.
    I used to bake a huge batch
    of monster cookies
    and pass out plates
    of them to friends.
    I used to clean the house,
    cook a huge turkey dinner
    and invite people over.

    Now, I have an artificial tree
    and use the decorations we have.
    Now, I stay home for the most part,
    buy gift cards or a few presents
    and poke them into Christmas bags.
    Now, I type a Christmas letter
    and email the ones I can.
    Now, I only clean the house enough
    to keep the health department away.
    Now, for Christmas dinner,
    I slow cook a turkey breast
    and used canned,
    frozen and instant
    everything else
    just for the immediate family.
    Now, I keep it simple
    so I can enjoy Christmas
    instead of wearing myself out
    and wishing it was over.

  43. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Triolet

    Off Kilter

    My sleeping habits are messed up again
    My eating habits, too
    Insomnia is not my friend
    My sleeping habits are messed up again
    It takes its toll in the end
    Balance is overdue
    My sleeping habits are messed up again
    My eating habits, too

  44. Connie L. Peters on said:

    #34 Last Minute Preparations

    On His Behalf

    I keep forgetting
    the guy who carries Mr. M &M around
    and hands him to me
    expecting pretend M & M kisses
    loves his wonderful parents very much
    and has no abilities to wish them Merry Christmas.
    So I need to make the annual calendar
    featuring him each month
    so he can, in a way, let them know
    he loves them every day.

  45. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Dizain

    Spiritual Diet

    This year was kind to me yet I’m afraid
    I’ve become fat and flabby in my soul
    Like hungry man intent on frig to raid
    My soul has dipped its fingers in the bowl
    It suffers from a lack of self control
    It feasted on TV and mindless games
    Seduced by the old world’s enticing claims
    Instead of on God’s promises and prayer
    And exercise the Word, it says in James
    My goal’s to shape my soul I so declare

  46. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #35 Gift Tag

    Poets, I give to you encouragement
    To reveal life by providing poetic clues
    To give wisdom wrapped in word packages
    To inspire by letting your imagery candles shine

  47. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt #36 Ending Poem

    End of the Day

    The bare rocky mountain glowed yellow, orange, browns,
    basking in the sun like a giant prehistoric lizard,
    while pines slipped into the darkness like fleeing prey.

  48. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 37 Photo prompt

    As a lake reflects the golden sun
    with a fountain bubbling deep
    may I reflect Your Golden Son
    with Your Holy Spirit bubbling from within.

  49. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Rime Couee

    I would never expect to find
    in the far outskirts of my mind
    thoughts of the unlikeliest kind
    as Colorado beach,
    but like rare gems are often mined
    inspiration’s in reach.

  50. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 38 Hey, That’s My Line!

    Hugs and Funny Faces Are My Fuel to Make Tomorrow Run

    Mornings, I say, “Party’s started.”
    “It’s off to the races.”
    What keeps me going so strong? It’s
    Hugs and funny faces

    All day long, they lighten my load
    In various places
    Jokes, teasing and deep belly laughs
    Hugs and smiley faces

    Evenings, they lend a helping hand
    Keeping with the paces
    A little rough, but source of strength
    Hugs and bearded faces

    At night, they sit upon my lap
    Seeking my embraces
    Purring very contentedly
    Hugs and furry faces

    Endings by Purplepeninportland Prompt #36

  51. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 39 Color

    Pink

    I used to be prejudiced against pink.
    You know, fluffy, girly pink.
    Ballet slippers
    Barbies
    Tutus
    I wore a lot of blues.
    But when I became an artist,
    I took a good look at pink.
    I painted my walls
    a barely-noticeable pink.
    My winter jacket’s a pale pink.
    My living room’s accented in pink roses.
    I like pink, I think.
    The other day,
    my friend wore a burnt pink leather blazer.
    I’m not there yet.

  52. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Quatern

    Ordinary Death

    Yes, death is quite a common thing.
    In fact, everyone will die.
    Yet, it comes as such a great shock.
    We can’t grasp it when it happens.

    All experience painful loss.
    Yes, death is quite a common thing.
    It shakes us to our very core.
    We wonder how we can go on.

    If we could just see it as good.
    If we could admit to ourselves,
    “Yes, death is quite a common thing;”
    It may become less horrendous.

    A graduation, homecoming,
    Reward, ending to suffering.
    We could be at peace, smile and say,
    “Yes, death is quite a common thing.”

  53. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 40 And I Quote Me

    We’re all leaders, but will our followers end up where they want to be?
    –Connie L. Peters

    A habit
    An attitude
    An expression
    of gratitude
    Who we are rubs off on others.

    A smile
    An act of giving
    An example
    A style of living
    Who we are rubs off on others.

    A hug
    Calming fear
    A favor
    A listening ear
    Who we are rubs off on others.

  54. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 41 Old

    Old Book

    Pages, smudged and yellow
    Binding, loose
    Copyright 1927, price two dollars
    Electric Refrigerator Recipes and Menus
    Specially Prepared for General Electric Refrigerator.

    Author Miss Alice Brady extols
    the advantages of the electric refrigerator,
    with so many possibilities she compares
    it to a magic Aladdin’s lamp, and
    not knowing which way to rub it.

    She assures readers “the refrigerator
    requires no attention, not even oiling,
    and is surprisingly easy to keep clean”
    and “offers health and happiness
    to homemakers across America.”

    I can picture my Great Aunt Ruth
    bustling about the big box
    now taking up a corner of her kitchen,
    wondering what they will think of next.
    What would she have thought of the PC?

  55. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 42 Moral Poem

    Starting Small

    Two children pled with Mom and Dad
    Please, can we have some mice?
    “They’re so small, no trouble at all
    And such a bargain price. “

    At last, their parents said okay.
    They told the clerk, “Be sure
    They’re brothers OR sisters because
    We don’t want any more.”

    The kids took their tiny friends home,
    Cared for them with a smile.
    But Mom knew the pet man was wrong,
    After a little while.

    One mouse’s tummy got bigger.
    And then early one morn,
    The kids peeked in the cage, with shock,
    Seeing ten mice were born.

    Taking care of a dozen mice
    Didn’t seem quite as fun.
    To make things worse, the mice got out.
    They had to catch each one.

    It didn’t seem like much time passed
    Till the mice family grew.
    Now there were aunts, uncles, cousins
    And some grand children, too.

    The two children couldn’t keep up
    With the chores to be done.
    Taking care of so many mice
    Had set them on the run.

    After mouse fifty-two, Mom said,
    “We’ve got a mess I fear.
    They’re dirty, stinky and smelly.
    Get these mice out of here!”

    So they boxed up the little mice
    sadly, by the dozens:
    Sons, daughters, brothers and sisters
    Aunts, uncles and cousins.

    Temptation may look thrilling but
    you may need to confess,
    though it may seem harmless fun, it
    May end up a big mess!

  56. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt 43 Photo Prompt

    Then and Now

    Running barefoot through the grass
    Splashing in cold creek water
    Whirling on a tire swing in the shade
    Scrambling up and sliding down hills
    Climbing trees
    That used to be a recipe for fun.

    Now we have our children
    play in the hot sun and gravel
    and let them slow bake.

  57. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Trolaan

    Having a Ball

    May as well take a risk, she said with a sigh.
    Might be our last chance to do this after all.
    Must, sooner or later, all up and die.
    May as well go while having a ball.

    After she said this, we leaped from the plane.
    Air rushed by us, as we fell toward the ground.
    And I wondered, by this time, if we were both insane.
    As I said my prayers on the way down.

    Falling so fast, it was now time.
    Fingers quickly found the life saving chord.
    For a moment I thought things were just fine.
    Fine, I knew now, wasn’t the word.

    Amazing to think what my last thoughts were,
    As I bolted past her as she floated along.
    A risk? Having a ball? Maybe for her.
    Ah, but for me something went wrong.

  58. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 44 Traveling

    It Would Have Been a Vacation

    It would have been a vacation.
    Packed bags, airplane flight, eating out,
    staying at a hotel, shopping,
    and getting away from it all.

    Seeing old friends, meeting new ones.
    It would have been a vacation.
    Family sharing memories,
    looking over old photographs.

    Lots of hugs, eating, listening.
    Together, working toward a goal.
    It would have been a vacation,
    but there was one person missing.

    We helped bear the weight of her grief,
    which cruelly threatened to crush her.
    If the warehouse hadn’t fallen,
    it would have been a vacation.

    Orlando Vacation

    My daughter and I did Orlando
    after her college graduation.
    Sea World, The Epcot Center,
    Universal Studios, The Blue Man Group,
    an Arabian Knight show.

    The weather wasn’t warm
    or cold, it was as if Florida
    thought that the other states
    would be jealous if it got too hot
    so it made its guests
    keep their sweaters on.

    Decorated Christmas trees
    stood by Micky Mouse shaped hedges.
    Christmas carols played on loud speakers
    giving it an other-worldly feeling.

    By the time we headed east
    toward the Kennedy Space Center,
    we were exhausted and ready to go home.
    We would have skipped it
    if we hadn’t already purchased
    the tickets. So glad we went.

    The IMAX Hubbell Space program
    was the highlight of the trip for me.
    Truly looking at other worlds.
    Feeling very small.
    Overwhelmed, with the thought
    that despite human puniness
    God still loves us.

    North Dakota

    Driving down long stretches touchng the sky
    Fields of canola greet you from the side
    Beaming yellow smiles as you pass them by
    No more cars in sight, looking far and wide
    Plain, but North Dakota does have its Pride
    Helping businesses market their fine wares
    Soaps, candles, berry jams, cards, barn wood chairs
    A land of Sioux and Teddy Roosevelt
    Unique rock formations and teddy bears
    Its strong, enduring spirit clearly felt

  59. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 44A Traveling

    It Would Have Been a Vacation

    It would have been a vacation.
    Packed bags, airplane flight, eating out,
    staying at a hotel, shopping,
    and getting away from it all.

    Seeing old friends, meeting new ones.
    It would have been a vacation.
    Family sharing memories,
    looking over old photographs.

    Lots of hugs, eating, listening.
    Together, working toward a goal.
    It would have been a vacation,
    but there was one person missing.

    We helped bear the weight of her grief,
    which cruelly threatened to crush her.
    If the warehouse hadn’t fallen,
    it would have been a vacation.

  60. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 44 B Travel

    Orlando Vacation

    My daughter and I did Orlando
    after her college graduation.
    Sea World, The Epcot Center,
    Universal Studios, The Blue Man Group,
    an Arabian Knight show.

    The weather wasn’t warm
    or cold, it was as if Florida
    thought that the other states
    would be jealous if it got too hot
    so it made its guests
    keep their sweaters on.

    Decorated Christmas trees
    stood by Micky Mouse shaped hedges.
    Christmas carols played on loud speakers
    giving it an other-worldly feeling.

    By the time we headed east
    toward the Kennedy Space Center,
    we were exhausted and ready to go home.
    We would have skipped it
    if we hadn’t already purchased
    the tickets. I’m so glad we went.

    The IMAX Hubbell Space program
    was the highlight of the trip for me.
    Truly looking at other worlds.
    Feeling very small.
    Overwhelmed, with the thought
    that despite human puniness
    God still loves us.

  61. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 44 B Traveling

    Orlando Vacation

    My daughter and I did Orlando
    after her college graduation.
    Sea World, The Epcot Center,
    Universal Studios, The Blue Man Group,
    an Arabian Knight show.

    The weather wasn’t warm
    or cold, it was as if Florida
    thought that the other states
    would be jealous if it got too hot
    so it made its guests
    keep their sweaters on.

    Decorated Christmas trees
    stood by Micky Mouse shaped hedges.
    Christmas carols played on loud speakers
    giving it an other-worldly feeling.

    By the time we headed east
    toward the Kennedy Space Center,
    we were exhausted and ready to go home.
    We would have skipped it
    if we hadn’t already purchased
    the tickets. So glad we went.

    The IMAX Hubbell Space program
    was the highlight of the trip for me.
    Truly looking at other worlds.
    Feeling very small.
    Overwhelmed, with the thought
    that despite human puniness
    God still loves us.

  62. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 44 Traveling/Vacation 2

    Orlando Vacation

    My daughter and I did Orlando
    after her college graduation.
    Sea World, The Epcot Center,
    Universal Studios, The Blue Man Group,
    an Arabian Knight show.

    The weather wasn’t warm
    or cold, it was as if Florida
    thought that the other states
    would be jealous if it got too hot
    so it made its guests
    keep their sweaters on.

    Decorated Christmas trees
    stood by Micky Mouse shaped hedges.
    Christmas carols played on loud speakers
    giving it an other-worldly feeling.

    By the time we headed east
    toward the Kennedy Space Center,
    we were exhausted and ready to go home.
    We would have skipped it
    if we hadn’t already purchased
    the tickets. So glad we went.

    The IMAX Hubbell Space program
    was the highlight of the trip for me.
    Truly looking at other worlds.
    Feeling very small.
    Overwhelmed, with the thought
    that despite human puniness
    God still loves us.

  63. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Orlando Vacation

    My daughter and I did Orlando
    after her college graduation.
    Sea World, The Epcot Center,
    Universal Studios, The Blue Man Group,
    an Arabian Knight show.

    The weather wasn’t warm
    or cold, it was as if Florida
    thought that the other states
    would be jealous if it got too hot
    so it made its guests
    keep their sweaters on.

    Decorated Christmas trees
    stood by Micky Mouse shaped hedges.
    Christmas carols played on loud speakers
    giving it an other-worldly feeling.

    By the time we headed east
    toward the Kennedy Space Center,
    we were exhausted and ready to go home.
    We would have skipped it
    if we hadn’t already purchased
    the tickets. So glad we went.

    The IMAX Hubbell Space program
    was the highlight of the trip for me.
    Truly looking at other worlds.
    Feeling very small.
    Overwhelmed, with the thought
    that despite human puniness
    God still loves us.

  64. Connie L. Peters on said:

    North Dakota

    Driving down long stretches touchng the sky
    Fields of canola greet you from the side
    Beaming yellow smiles as you pass them by
    No more cars in sight, looking far and wide
    Plain, but North Dakota does have its Pride
    Helping businesses market their fine wares
    Soaps, candles, berry jams, cards, barn wood chairs
    A land of Sioux and Teddy Roosevelt
    Unique rock formations and teddy bears
    Its strong, enduring spirit clearly felt

  65. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 45 Fear

    Looming

    I can never think of those three words.
    Whenever I’m talking to friends
    I have to halt the conversation
    and say, “You know
    the organization in each town
    that helps visitors know the area
    and its businesses thrive.
    And then someone supplies
    the correct phrase.

    And then I always think of my dad
    saying “car starters” for keys,
    “bottle that talks” for phone,
    “thing you push” for lawn mower.

    He had Alzheimer’s.
    Chamber of Commerce
    Chamber of Commerce
    Chamber of Commerce

  66. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 46 Genesis

    In Each Other’s Arms

    You and me in each other’s arms
    Making promises we can’t keep
    Learning what heals and harms
    Mesmerized by a love so new
    Captivated by each other’s charms
    Lying in a tumbled heap

    You and me in each other’s arms
    Trying not to make a peep
    The buzzing hive no longer swarms
    Sister’s in bed, brother, too
    Nightly noise raises alarms
    Listening for patter of little feet

    You and me in each other’s arms
    The roots of our love growing deep
    Resting here soothes and warms
    Through the years we stay true
    Finding shelter through the storms
    Contented with the life we reap

    After In Bed the Kiss by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

  67. Connie L. Peters on said:

    Prompt # 46 Successful self to present self

    Shooting Past the Stars

    You took the path unbeaten.
    Not much fruit you’ve eaten.
    But you weren’t a cretin,
    you loved along the way.

    You worked in little bits.
    You didn’t call it quits.
    In spite of all your fits,
    you took the time to pray.

    And now you’ve made a name.
    You’re basking in your fame,
    but your goal’s still the same;
    it’s to hear Him say,

    “Good and faithful one
    You obeyed my Son,
    so I say well done.”
    That’s your hope today.

  68. connielpeters on said:

    Prompt # 47 Spring

    As I Was Walking

    The sun made my skin smile,
    the brilliant sky delighted my eyes
    and the soft scented breeze
    tickled my nose.

    I wanted to laugh out loud,
    sing praise songs
    at the top of my lungs
    and dance in the street.

    At that moment,
    I was homesick for heaven
    where I would be free
    to do all of those things.

    Yes, there is a heaven!
    For if there was no home,
    how would my soul
    know to be homesick?

  69. connielpeters on said:

    PARALLELOGRAM DE CRYSTALLINE

    Mum

    My mother
    Large, lovely brown doe eyes
    Ebony hair and cherry-red lips

    Her kindness
    Like a stout, shady tree
    Providing a cool, peaceful shelter

    Inner strength
    A mountain of boulders
    On which her five daughters depended

    Her patience
    A tranquil bubbling stream
    Steady, continual refreshing

  70. connielpeters on said:

    Prompt # 48 In the Shadows

    Shadow Dance

    What if?
    the shadows
    of our thoughts
    were depicted on a screen
    behind us as we walked along?
    I have a feeling
    we’d stay in our homes
    and not come out.
    But God sees the shadows.
    He knows and still loves.
    Lord, may my shadow dance
    be pleasing to You.
    And, sorry, when it isn’t.

  71. Some things are a mystery
    Unexplainable
    Like where is prompt 49?

  72. connielpeters on said:

    Ah, here it is..Prompt #49 “Sometimes I Wear a Cape”

    If I Had a Super Cape

    Oh, if I had a super cape
    Like bird in flight so free
    I’d sail away to Mozambique
    And I’d be home by tea

    I’d stomp grand grapes in Sicily
    I’d see the Louvre in France
    I’d twirl with whirling dervishes
    And with “where’s Matt” I’d dance

    But with a cape I couldn’t go
    One moment back in time
    To dine with lords and ladies fair
    In castles on the Rhine

    Neither could I see future worlds
    Or meet strange aliens
    Or skip along with Dorothy
    And greet her three odd friends

    I couldn’t visit Narnia
    Meet Fagin and his crooks
    And so forget the super cape
    I’d rather have my books

  73. connielpeters on said:

    Tanka

    The Way It Is

    One hundred percent
    Mom, I say. Though my daughter’s
    thirty, my desire
    for her well being and bright
    future never goes away.

  74. Prompt # 50 Making a Comeback

    Come Back

    C ome back. I know you have to go your
    O wn way. Come back, though I know you’re not here to stay.
    M ay you find all you’re looking for,
    E verything you want and so much more.
    B ut come back and visit for awhile.
    A nd share some moments and a smile.
    C ome back so I won’t be so blue. I’ll
    K eep you in my prayers until you do.

  75. connielpeters on said:

    Prompt #51 It Makes Sense

    It Doesn’t Make Sense to My Senses

    Eighty degrees in Phoenix,
    the desert landscape
    decorated with pinks, yellows, purples
    of queen’s wreath and bougainvillea,
    their light fragrance stifled by traffic fumes.
    Then up the hill through
    fields of tall, thick saguaro
    lifting their three to five or so arms
    in salutation. And then
    flashing signs on Arizona mountains
    warning motorists of winter weather.
    Switching off the AC, careful on the black ice,
    but my eyes lingering as long as possible
    on snowy cover, bright blue sky and tall pines.
    Then popping out on lower ground,
    reddish orange earth
    contrasting pale blue sky
    with whip cream clouds hovering low.
    Then other worldly rock formations
    pale gray monoliths, red, then sandy mesas.
    Then back to where the mountains
    meet the desert in Southwest Colorado,
    the sky uncharacteristically gray,
    with the smell of rain in the air.
    This morning, I restart my life
    where sunshine from the east
    and clouds in the west
    seem to dare each other.

  76. connielpeters on said:

    In Form– Tri Fall

  77. connielpeters on said:

    Prompt #52 From Every Ending Comes a Beginning

    Judgment

    You can spend a whole life learning to appreciate
    the positives and overlook the negatives
    of self and others. Like, a train chugging
    down the wrong track, critical evaluation
    of a person’s motives and value builds
    up speed and is hard to stop. A commitment
    to love, in spite of it all, un-derails.

  78. connielpeters on said:

    Prompt #52 Returning to the Soil

    The Spider

    A spider has its place in life
    Though it has its limits

    To catch those pesky flies,
    With a web like frost on glass

    Its silken thread glistens in moonlight
    As the spider guards its seed

    The spider goes about being a spider
    With no glimpse of the big picture

    • connielpeters on said:

      Gardening with Dad

      Tommy trailed Dad down garden rows
      He watched Dad plant each tiny seed
      He longed to see how a plant grows
      That would explain his naughty deed

      He watched Dad plant each tiny seed
      His plan seemed right just at the time
      That would explain his naughty deed
      Felt innocent of any crime

      His plan seemed right just at the time
      To take a look see underground
      Felt innocent of any crime
      As Tommy plunged his shovel down

      To take a look see underground
      We’re just the same way with God’s plans
      As Tommy plunged his shovel down
      With worry we too upturn plants

      We’re just the same way with God’s plans
      We question how His Word comes true
      With worry we too upturn plants
      And what a childish thing to do!

      We question how His Word comes true
      Instead of trusting in His grace
      And what a childish thing to do!
      Let’s keep His promises in place

      So let us trust in His good grace
      And follow Dad down garden rows
      Let’s keep His promises in place
      And see how each plant surely grows

    • connielpeters on said:

      Ooops Prompt 53

  79. connielpeters on said:

    In Form — Panteoum

  80. connielpeters on said:

    Prompt # 54 Playing Favorites

    Fly Away Home

    These fleeting days on earth go round and round
    And weeks fly by like speedsters down the track
    And even months pass in ways that astound
    And years shoot forth and never will come back

    And like contestants on cheesy game shows
    We race the clock trying to get things done
    And what we win nobody even knows
    So some suggest we’re in it for the fun

    A voice of love and reason softly calls
    And says the way has already been made
    From dawn of time He understood the falls
    And by His Son the price has all been paid

    Like honeybees so headed for their comb
    May we be ready to fly away home.

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