Category Archives: Endings

BETRAYED! – PROMPT # 65

Today’s prompt was inspired by “Jackson” –   a newcomer to Poetic Bloomings, and dear friend of Marie Elena’s, whose harrowing week led to feeling betrayed by her own body.  Thankfully,  a looming malignancy was discovered to be benign.

There are times in every life where things happen that defy logic or go contrary to our sensibilities. There are unexpected events and then there are betrayals. We can be betrayed in many ways: friends turning against each other, a renege of a promise, an untimely discovery, the betrayal perpetrated upon portions of our society, or by blood cells/illnesses upon our bodies.

Write a poem that delves into some kind of betrayal.

MARIE ELENA’S POEM:

A Father’s Love

In a battle for his own life,
Leukemia disassembles his cells,
One by one.
So,
When did counting breaths take precedence
Over counting cells?
When his son’s diseased lungs
Began sucking life
Instead of oxygen.

© Marie Elena Good – 2010

(My apologies for posting an older poem – written in November of 2010. It is about my Uncle Jim and his son “Punk,” who passed from this life to the next within ten weeks of each other. I simply could not have admired them more.)

WALT BETRAYED:

POKER FACE

Cards once held close to the vest
are now worn on my sleeve,
leaving no doubt that life is a fragile game.
Gone are the days of invincibility;
your stamina and agility have seen better days.
You’d be crazy not to play the cards dealt
if you felt you had a winning hand.
But as you stand, others close to your chest
cuddle in before the end of days; not ready
to lose a friend, a lover, a side-kick;
not going to surrender the life of a wife
Sick of losing to this destructive joker so badly;
my poker face remains, sadly. And still no answer
to this ravenous cancer. Just glad to say,
you’re not cashing in your chips today.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012


FROM EVERY ENDING COMES A BEGINNING – PROMPT #52

So here we stand at week 52 of our wonderful garden walk that we call POETIC BLOOMINGS. The journey has been extremely enjoyable, uniting tremendously talented poets from around the world into this supportive and nurturing group. For your participation, Marie Elena and I say Thank You! For sharing your poetry with the rest of us, we are totally blessed!

As we close out our first year, we take a reflective look back at our bodies of work at POETIC BLOOMINGS, with a strong direction and an eye toward the next phase of our growth.

Our prompt this week asks you to take the last line of any poem you have written, and make that ending line the beginning of a new poem. We welcome you to attribute the site and prompt for which the original poem was written, and provide a link to it or your own blog where it has appeared if you wish.

As April Poetry Month winds down, we are gearing up for some exciting new ventures here at POETIC BLOOMINGS. We welcome you to continue along with us and be an integral part of this Garden.

MARIE ELENA’S BEGINNING:

IN ABSENCE OF THE HEALER

And comfort remains
the shortest route
the only means
to her emotional health,
as medications
are minimally effective,
and add their own
intolerable symptoms.
The comforter/encourager –
though not the healer,
remains the role
of immeasurable impact.

Last line from Poetic Asides April 2 prompt: Write a Visitor Poem - MY DECEASED GRANDPA (a dodoitsu)

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WALT’S BEGINNING:

THE GRIP OF POETRY

And let your poetry take its hold,
for the world needs to know
the power of your words;
they touch hearts and placate souls.

Giving tender and supportive caresses,
which nurtures the lives so possessed,
and let your poetry take its hold;
let others share your success.

The last line from POETIC ASIDES Day 18 Prompt – Favorite Regional Cuisine poem – FOOD FOR THOUGHT


BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – PROMPT # 36

As I relish each poet, each poem, each phrase, and each encouraging response – I shake my head in wonder of how Walt’s and my vision for this site is coming to pass. It does my heart good.

And I agree with Marie. More poets are finding much to love about the venue AND poets who have helped make POETIC BLOOMINGS a place that they visit and post to often. And by the number of responses and comments this week, Marie and I also agree. It is all of you who people are coming to the garden to read! All your combined talents make this one of the best poetic blogs around (IMHO).

Now, choosing one single bloom from such talent? Well, that is ALWAYS a challenge. So without further ado:

Marie Elena’s Beginning Bloom:

My choice for this week is Cut-String Kite, by Paula Wanken. The title grabbed me straight away. The visual picture Paula paints is clear and beautiful, and the conceptual vision gives my spirit something to ardently ponder. Thank you, Paula.

Cut-String Kite
(By Paula Wanken)

bright colors dance
across the endless blue stage
swooping, spinning
seeming blissfully free
yet
nearly invisible is the tether
to the one who controls
the dipping and diving
with tugs and slack

what would happen
if that line was broken?
would the dancing cease
or
would the dancer
begin to find her own path,
to reach the highest skies?

one thing is certain
there can be no beginning
until
the line is cut
and the tether finds its

end.

Walt’s Beginning Bloom:

This bloom begins a new year of beauty with a poem called Endings. The “seasons of man” come to prominence in this work taking us from youth to the lead-in to our golden years and eventual exit from this plane. Our changes through the ages, exemplifies the ending of one phase of life and the beginning of the next. It is exactly what this prompt conveyed. So in keeping with an old standard, we start anew in presenting Sara McNulty a Beautiful Bloom.

Endings

(by Sara McNulty)

Fairy tales had happy endings
when I was a child. As applied
to life, dark storms raged,
but like turning the page,
I’d peek out between
the slats my fingers formed
waiting for the palest pink
to appear and turn the sky
and my world rainbow bright.

As I grew, I developed a passion
for arty films, people smoking
in hazes of black and white,
followed by endings that
appeared as a mysterious
stranger speaking a foreign
language, incomprehensible,
to me, yet I knew instinctively,
to be sad.

As I grow older and closer to my
own ending, I find laughter
and warmth my cozy
fireplace setting, in a mind
that has seen, and ears
that have heard, too many
tragedies, endings
that arrived far too soon.
Hugs and funny faces
are my fuel to make
tomorrow run.

Congratulations to Paula Wanken and Sara McNulty for offering great new beginnings with their “end” poems.


EVERY ENDING IS A BEGINNING – Prompt # 36

A new year begins! But before we start anew, we would like you to write an “Ending” poem. We have to end before we begin!

Marie’s Ending:

Crash and Burn

The deadline came,
The deadline went.
I did not dig,
Nor make a dent.

And though I had
Sincere intent,
My chapbook bombed,
To my lament.

The End.

Walt’s Finish:

Hard Wood

A carpenter mistakenly
Drank some varnish.
He had a terrible end,
But a beautiful finish!


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