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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POETIC BLOOMINGS 
In Form– Tri Fall
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.
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
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
Ooops Prompt 53
In Form — Panteoum
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.