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Saturday, May 21, 2011

FRUITS OF OUR LABORS - Prompt #4

The seeds that were planted are now seeing their blossoming beauty shine. The accompanying photo shows my tulips. What has your planting brought forth? What is your bloom? Write about what has flourished from your nurturing and attention. If it is an actual plant or flower, use the name as your title and write your poem. If it reaches beyond botany, write about what your work has accomplished. All our labors are worth expressing.


Marie Elena’s submission:

NURTURING SOPHIE (A Kimo)
 
She looks into my eyes, her smile blossoms,
and it becomes crystal clear
she’s flourishing with love.



Walt's Entry:


TWO LIPS

A gentle kiss
planted, pressed flesh
in a fresh breath.
Nurturing and
caressing, expressing
the early growth of love
through the colorful flowering
of hearts in full bloom.
Two lips tasting love’s nectar
a savory sip.

24 comments:

  1. Just found your site, what a lovely format you have created. My submission: http://honeyhaiku.wordpress.com/2011/05/22/mystique-of-the-lotus-a-musette/

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  2. Not happy with the title, but here's mine:



    Fruit


    She has long forgotten
    what she planted
    where.

    The wind blew down most of the
    little pronged signs and
    some of the seeds
    got all mixed up,
    catawampus scattering
    far and wee
    and she
    has thought many
    times about just
    plowing the whole thing
    under
    and starting
    over.

    But then
    dandelion and
    rose
    parenting and prose
    praise
    and rainy days
    all explode at once in a vivid
    symphony of chaotic color
    and she sits at shambled brambled
    center
    digs nails deep into ready earth,
    bids heart make room
    waits for the next
    bloom.

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  3. Writing My (Unpublished and Maybe Unpublishable) Novel

    It was easy in the beginning.
    The words magically appeared
    in my head and ran through my
    fingers to the keyboard and
    jumped onto the screen.

    But in the middle the words stalled,
    a broken down car in the middle
    of the intersection.
    I looked both ways
    and began to push.

    Slow and steady,
    pushing with all my might.
    A few words beating out with each step.
    Each shove building momentum
    until that car really began to move
    and I was running to keep up.

    Each character began making
    her own decisions and
    I was merely recording their
    lives as they unfurled.

    Typing the last word felt like
    winning the lottery until
    I realized I was only just beginning.
    Draft and draft after draft,
    asking myself, "Does this make
    sense? Do I need this part? Should
    I change this word?"

    Each decision painful.
    Each drastic cut like severing a limb.
    I wasn't just the author
    I lived through each character.
    The story was me.

    The story is me.

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  4. Lettuce

    Seeds,
    baptized in rain,
    fertilized,
    incubated in sunshine.

    Seeds sprout,
    baby green faces
    peeking out,
    born to the world.

    Sprouts soar,
    nursing on springtime,
    burgeoning,
    wind-tossed salad.

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  5. Welcome, honeyhaiku! What a lovely site you have. How did you hear about us?

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  6. Faith

    F aith grows like a mighty oak.
    A corn of belief, lies in the fertile earth of the Word
    I n the sunshine of God’s love and
    T he rain of His Holy Spirit
    H ow slowly it grows until its unshakeable, mighty, and strong.

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  7. Glimpses

    Smiling eyes and happy hearts surround me.
    Nothing but the bluest skies around.
    Seeds were planted, nurtured, and were cared for.
    Glimpses of the blooms have now been found.

    Great beauty in the day that has been made here.
    Glory in new growth that each day brings.
    Glimpses of the brightness of the future,
    thru harmonies that mother nature sings.

    It’s a little like a pretty rainbow.
    It’s a glimpse of heaven here on earth.
    It is what will now rejuvenate us.
    Reassure us that our labors have been worth.

    Glimpses of the new growth in the future.
    Glimpses of a crop about to reap.
    Glimpses of a strength and hope united.
    Glimpses of a peace inside so deep.


    By Michael Grove

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  8. Hiding, providing only the obligatory beat
    Embarking damaged, protective, alone
    Arrival unexpected, quickens the pulse
    Romance, honesty, comfort, refuge
    Taking a chance again, LOVE!

    ~Kelly
    http://livingfourreal.blogspot.com/

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  9. oops, forgot my title:

    HEART BLOOMING

    ~Kelly

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  10. Guys, these poems are all so beautiful!


    SOCCER COACH: JOB INCLUDES GIVING PIGGY-BACK RIDES


    The girls were so tiny, barely up to my chest.
    But we were equals, and they knew it with that perfect sense
    Only third-graders have.
    Hard-times at school. Girls without real homes.
    Little Shayla hadn’t seen her mom since she was three-years-old.
    Lily was bullied in school.
    Hannah had a houseful of half-siblings.
    But I played with them, laughed with them.
    We kicked our soccer balls and talked about
    The love of Jesus.
    Who knew a sport could
    Have such a beautiful harvest of smiles?
    And now little Shayla,
    Lily,
    Hannah,
    Jenna,
    Emily,
    Alana,
    Mikinsie,
    And red-headed Emma,
    Have become fragments of my being,
    And my best friends forever.
    They know they are loved with that perfect sense
    Only third-graders have.


    By Londy Leigh :)

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  11. GO SPEND SOMETIME IN GARDEN PLACES


    Don't forget to smell the other flowers,
    not just red roses famous for their scent.
    In your lifetime they all delight the hours
    Of these passing years that we all spend.

    Give time to the daffodil and daisy.
    Touch their velvet petals wet with dew.
    Don’t let life’s pressures drive you crazy.
    Take the time to savor floral hues.

    Sometimes we lose ourselves in worry.
    We let the world take too much of our time.
    It seems we’re always in a hurry.
    A moment to reflect we cannot find.

    Smell the lilac and the rhododendron.
    Lose yourself in the yellow disk of asters.
    Run your fingers along their green stems.
    Pause. Reflect. Don’t make time your master.

    God Who created all living things
    Knows the name of everything He made.
    Every flower that bloomed in every spring:
    From first seed, to flower, to decay.

    He put us all on earth to share His graces.
    We need to open up our eyes and look around.
    Go and spend some time in garden places
    Where flowers of all kinds abound.

    #

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  12. LOVE RESTORED

    Estranged
    relationship.
    The distance
    continued to grow
    between two who are family;
    it was meant to be better than this.
    In prayer, she took the first step toward bridging the gap between them.
    The process was long and not easy, but
    resulted in twelve years they
    wouldn’t have had.
    Better late
    than
    never.

    2011-05-23
    P. Wanken

    written for Sunday Scribblings prompt: “better late than never” and Poetic Bloomings prompt: fruit of your labor

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  13. I have been slothful, and lack any blooming thing, but here's a silly




    accomplished

    one-thirty, two-thirty
    three-thirty,
    four
    stepped on a crack
    on the way to the store.
    crack was my grandmother
    three-thirty, four.

    one-thirty, two-thirty
    driving my car
    I hit a tree 
    coming home from the bar.
    tree was my mother
    one-thirty, two.

    one-thirty
    waiting for life to begin.
    sitting on plans like a plymouth rock hen.
    plan was this poem
    I'll start it again

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  14. I love Barbara's 'silly'

    Here's mine - taking the prompt rather too literally, as usual:

    Tanka legacy

    Middle-aged offspring
    and a couple of grandsons,
    a bundle of quilts
    and a large heap of poetry,
    memories and little money.

    Sevenling

    Potatoes, peas and beans in flower
    in the youth of spring.
    The ice saints failed to come this year.

    Currants, cherries and tomatoes
    showing colour despite the drought;
    unseasonal warmth a bonus.

    Catastrophe to come?

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  15. The above inspired me to look at a few different forms, and you'll find the fruit of my labours here: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/viv-at-play/

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  16. Reassuring the lettuce

    My friend Rob grew a prize-winning marrow.
    It sat grumpily on the podium
    Perspiring like a boxer on the juice,

    Calling to mind those melons in China
    Whose raging hormones finally blew up
    Leaving bewildered farmers in the pits.

    Such focus on size I find juvenile.
    Perhaps it is simply from jealousy,
    But I would rather be Maine than Alaska…

    Size is overrated, I reassure
    Our brave line of half-chewed lettuce. You are
    Champions to me. Small is beautiful.

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  17. Wish that every child had a Londy in his/her life. Good to see you here, LondyLuv. <3

    Marie Elena

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  18. Once again admiring the variety of voices and interpretations here. You guys rock!!

    Marie Elena

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  19. Volcanic Ash and Wind: Rescued for a Vase

    Wind strangled
    limp on a trellis
    ligatured
    a quick snip
    a pink rose exhausted
    falls into my hand



    With Photo
    http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2011/05/25/volcanic-ash-and-wind-rescued-for-a-vase/

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  20. SURPRISING SHAPES

    his gnarled hands
    suggest age beyond numbers

    wondrous stories he could tell
    us if just someone asked

    but today
    he's focused on priorities

    alone
    with his thoughts

    silently
    clipping away strays

    restoring
    ancient box hedges

    to surprising shapes

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  21. Short and simple, like most everything written by a poet with a short attention span.

    BLOSSOMING

    Every morning I prune and preen
    in front of a mirror
    that does not reflect the truth

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  22. LOVE Andrew Kreider's "Reassuring the Lettuce." :)

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  23. Thank you for your kind words (from last week),
    E. Johnson & Marie Elena.

    Susie T.

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