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.

PAULA WANKEN

 

Paula is a self-proclaimed “accidental poet.”

In December 2010, she began writing for her blog “echoes from the silence” with no clear direction as to the nature of her writing. She was as surprised as anyone when her words began to take the shape of poetry.

Finding prompt sites like Poetic Bloomings has provided the inspiration and support she was looking for to keep going–including a recent foray into flash fiction.

A transplant to South Texas (from Iowa by way of Chicago), her favorite flower blankets the hills and prairies every spring and is the state flower: Texas Bluebonnet. It is proof that the rain that falls can bring beauty to rocky, dry land.

Paula’s WEB WEDNESDAY INTERVIEW 7/20/2011

Paula’s words can be found in her echoes at: http://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com

© All postings and intellectual materials on this page are property of Paula Wanken.

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  1. DISJOINTED THOUGHTS

    Take my hand or you’ll get lost…
    I will follow you wherever you go.

    Listen and do as I say…
    I’m watching you to learn what to do.

    2014-09-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 165: The View From Here

  2. DUSK
    (a shadorma)

    The sun sets
    on my bucket list.
    Plans unmet;
    wishes, kissed
    goodbye. Dreams of motherhood
    passed by with a sigh.

    2014-09-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 165: A Drop In The Bucket

    Chosen by Walt for Bloom of the Week

  3. LESSON IN FAITH

    Lowliest
    of creatures, cared for
    by One who
    created.
    Why, then, do I doubt?

    2014-09-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 166: Animal House

  4. cool morning air
    coaxing changing colors ~
    I hold on to summer

    2014-09-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 167: Lost In Conversation

  5. LIFE’S AUTUMNAL EQUINOX

    A time to bridge hot summer days to
    long winter nights: comfortable
    season of Fall. The pace of
    our days, like familiar
    back-to-school routines.
    Our hearts are warm
    like the hearth
    of our
    home.

    2014-09-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Nonet

  6. ESSENCE OF TIME

    The smell of burning leaves
    closes the door on autumn,
    and the sun plays hide and seek
    behind wintry white clouds.

    With bear claw and coffee,
    the only treat I could a-
    ford, I steal a moment alone
    while I massage my temples.

    One last gong of the clock…
    time has run out.

    2014-10-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 168: Mix-And-Match Muse

  7. TESTING SOUNDS
    (a shadorma)

    With eyes closed,
    my ears are filled with
    the crinkling
    sounds of a
    paper gown draped around me.
    My heart is pounding.

    2014-10-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 169: A Sense Of Belonging

  8. BY THE LIGHT OF A NEW MOON
    (a shadorma)

    Raven hair,
    obsidian eyes,
    ebony
    flesh; she shined
    on the starless night from the
    passion of his love.

    2014-10-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 170: Tint And Hue

  9. A BOUQUET OF CHIHULY

    With grace
    and beauty,
    flowers emerge
    from molten glass.

    Delicate blossoms
    formed,
    each unique.

    2014-09-17
    P. Wanken

    UNDER COVER

    When I sink
    to new lows
    I see

    nature’s beauty
    from a
    new
    perspective.

    2014-09-17
    P. Wanken

    DAYBREAK

    Sun’s warm rays
    break
    distant horizon

    contrasting
    light dances
    amid the night’s
    lingering shadows.

    2014-09-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Septolet

  10. LIFE: 101

    Mistakes I’ve made
    have led me
    to where I am today.

    Don’t beat yourself up.
    Pick yourself up.
    Learn to find your way.

    2014-10-30
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 171: Life As You Know It

  11. Love
    longs to
    be expressed
    from my lips to
    yours.

    2014-10-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Lanterne

  12. TIME MARCHES ON

    Sounds of fall
    heard through the crisp air;
    each drum beat
    brings to mind
    the days of youth, long past. Cheers
    rise to the heavens.

    Known to most
    as Mr. Baessler,
    and writer
    of our song,
    to me he was Grandpa Keith.
    His cadence lives on.

    2014-10-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 172: Musical Memories

  13. tired of problem people
    they moved to a new place
    …there they are again

    2014-11-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Senryu

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