POETIC BLOOMINGS

POETIC BLOOMINGS, a site established in May 2011 and which reunites Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik to help nurture and inspire the poetic 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.

 

© All postings and intellectual materials on this page are property of Connie L. Peters.

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  1. connielpeters on said:

    In Form– Tri Fall

  2. 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.

  3. 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

  4. connielpeters on said:

    In Form — Panteoum

  5. 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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