So, we’ve dispelled the saying, “You can’t go home again!”  Our poets offered a wonderful mix of memory and angst about their origins.

Many things and people influence our lives, be they our parents, siblings, mentors, role models… they all have one thing in common: the ability to affect change in others just by their presence and wisdom.


Part 4: With a Little Help From My Friends – Again, we are putting restrictions (darn restrictions!) on your muse. Family members, although influential, will play a special role down on the list of prompts. Today, write about someone who is or had been a great influence in your life. How did they affect you, what important lesson did they impart? It could be a neighbor, a teacher, a close friend, a group of them or a total stranger. If there was a lesson to be learned there, they’re fair game.  Thank them for giving you a hand up.


Might You Be A Poet?

She once was told to write about someone influential in her life –
someone with no family ties.
So she set aside for a moment the fact that they are surely
twin cousins, separated at birth,
growing up in an eerily similar life and time.

She focused instead on the shared yellow brick road
to poetic solidarity.
It took no effort on her part, as her pen gushed
laughter –

then abruptly stopped.

She coaxed it gently, conceding the feeling
something was missing.
It began again – this time slowly, softly,
in watercolor.
She watched as it whispered

t e a r s

p r a y e r s

g r a t i t u d e.

Ah, yes.

She capped her pen,
and smiled warmly eastward.

© Marie Elena Good – 2012



Cast bread upon the water,
manna for the mind at a time when
his words mattered, but never found their voice.
He had a choice to make –
take his cache of word hash home,
or drop crumbs into the water;
laced with cadence and nuance
which would lead him back to where he belonged,
ripple after ripple, broadcasting in the beauty of words.
Westward he gazed, where her admiration bathed
his tired and tepid soul; a grasp for control
of what lived within him. Encouragement came
in comforting tones, impassioned pleas
to please the one who found purpose in his prose;
piety in his poetry. For no notoriety
would come without words that spoke to hearts,
or thoughts that touched souls,
or one who would allow him into both sanctuaries.
His lessons came in the belief in his convictions,
the gratitude for his gift, and a strong hint of humility;
in his attempt to share his world with all who wanted
to cast their bread upon the water alongside his own.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012

I had written an alternate piece for this prompt:


Long after the rage and the death of two,
I was given the chance to enhance
an amazing tribute; a salute to four
so “Fab” that it became part of their name.
And I was adorned as the “stiff one”;
dark suit and striped tie, sweating bullets.
Happiness is not a warm gun when nerves
kick in. I begin each “really big shoe”
with my arms folded and mouth turned down –
half frown, half – I’m going to lose my lunch.
A great bunch of entertaining musicians;
they were equipped with replica guitars
acting like the stars they were. Getting by
with a little help from my friends.
Mr. Sullivan, on stage alone
until the words I intone, “Ladies
and Gentlemen, the Beatles!”

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012

Process notes: I had been asked to do my impersonation of Ed Sullivan to open and introduce a Beatles tribute band on stage. I had NEVER had the grapes to do it in public, let alone spotlighted on stage before a packed house. My shyness and fear of public speaking died that night. Lesson learned the hard way. I am grateful for that opportunity!

“really big shoe!”


For a poet, is there a better harvest than that of creatively penned sentiments and images shared among ourselves?  Thank you all for giving of yourselves here at Poetic Bloomings.

I look forward to seeing Walt’s choice as much as you all do, but we’ll need to wait a bit on that.  This gives us an excuse to peek in more often. 😉

As for me, Nancy Posey’s “Harvest” gets my Beautiful Blooms pick for this week.  Harvest speaks of kudzu and wild oats, young boys and old men.  It captures a deeply rooted needfulness that can despoil our lives, if not pruned. Nancy, I cannot get enough of your work.

By Nancy Coats Posey

The kudzu, sent home in Dixie cups
with boys in ag class, planted
with apparent unconcern
on the hillside, back in ’41,
took root then took over,
and like the wild oats planted
by those same boys, the vines
sent tentacles far and wide, roots
so deep that crop failure
was their only hope, their mother’s
constant prayer. What do boys know
of sowing and reaping? Only old men
know the vigilance required to win
that lonely battle, having long ago
sown their own wild oats, tending
the harvest even as memory fades.

Walt’s Pick:

After a hectic week, I finally get to sit down and catch up with my reading. Nothing like wonderful words to sooth a ravaged soul. Poetry, as music, has powers to soothe, and this savage beast welcomes it. The work I have chosen plays on the harvest of humanity that had grown from a single act of kindness. The truest seed to ever be planted that with nurturing grows for the betterment of all. Mike Grove brings this thought to fruition in his Beautiful Bloom, REAP WHAT YOU SOW.

REAP WHAT YOU SOW  by Mike Grove

Each new day keep harvesting
all the joys the world can bring.
Changing seasons yield new fruit.
Everything grows from the root.

Plant with love on fertile ground.
Spread a caring word around.
Nurture those whose hearts are true.
Great bounties will then come to you.

An act of kindness is a start.
Give with passion from your heart.
Harvest goodness that will grow.
You’ll find that you reap what you sow.

Congratulations Nancy and Mike on your selections, and thank you all for your excellent work.


Photo by Keith R. Good

Can we be in the midst of autumn without thinking of fall harvest?   For Prompt #25, write a “Reaping a Harvest” poem.  Of course, you do not have to hold fast to the combine image in the photo.  Perhaps your muse will turn to gathering thoughts, garnering evidence, harvesting energy, or even organ harvesting.  One thing Walt and I know with certainty is that we will feast on whatever you produce.

Marie Elena’s Effort

Sow benevolence.
Weed petty self-interest.
Reap the benefits.

Walt’s Wealth of Words:


Time to reap.
Keeping what we’ll use,
giving away what others need.
Either way, we’re helping each other to stay alive.