Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Blooms (noun)

Forget-me-not, September birth flower

“But he who dares not grasp the thorn 
Should never crave the rose.” 

― Anne Brontë

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.” 

Oriental Poppies, 1928 by Georgia O'Keeffe

Oriental Poppies by O'Keefe (1928)

Silence - monk 
Sips his morning tea.” 

“...Swann had, as he shook the Marquise's hand, seen her bosom from close to and from above, he plunged an attentive, serious, absorbed, almost anxious, gaze into the depths of her corsage, and his nostrils, intoxicated by the woman's perfume, quivered like a butterfly ready to go and settle on the half-glimpsed flower.” 
― Marcel ProustSodom and Gomorrah

Midweek Motif ~ Blooms 

A bloom is one or more flowers on a flowering plant. How many times and in how many ways has a single flower or a corsage or a bouquet had a precious meaning to me!

The word has other meanings, but let's try to create a bouquet of flowers today.  

Your challenge: In your new poem, add a bloom to our bouquet.

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 
When all at once I saw a crowd, 
A host, of golden daffodils; 
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 

Continuous as the stars that shine 
And twinkle on the milky way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay: 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 

The waves beside them danced; but they 
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 
A poet could not but be gay, 
In such a jocund company: 
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought 
What wealth the show to me had brought: 

For oft, when on my couch I lie 
In vacant or in pensive mood, 
They flash upon that inward eye 
Which is the bliss of solitude; 
And then my heart with pleasure fills, 
And dances with the daffodils. 

by RabindranathTagore
               translated by Sumana Roy 

Blooms dwell not in the green, but within.
Into the heart I wonder, who beguiled spring.

Wilted stalks sprout and beam,  mute birds merrily sing,
In dry desert flows delight in stream.

I fear grief no more, parting pain is my home,  
In mind’s arbor bees still buzz and roam.

Glee nestles within, sends forth hopes undying,
Love in this life cage is forever confined.


  1. Thank you for letting us be part of this midweek bouquet - may it bloom

  2. Hey! Good morning, Poets United! Loredana, how I love hearing your voice! Jae, your wish seems to be working. We bloom in multiple ways, and bring the blooms here. Remember that you need not use the actual word "bloom" in your poem. Have a great day.

    1. Thank you Susan - i reckon it's that bootlace ;)

    2. ha...i've already used the actual word and that too as a verb.. but my fragrant bloom (noun) is there too :)

  3. It's Spring Down Under....everything is either blooming or frolicking The black swans in the park have 5 fluffy cygnets, the jasmine is out and everyone smiles a lot more .

    1. I wish I could experience a spring there!

    2. Oh those baby cygnets! Enjoy! Photos perhaps??

    3. Yep will take some tomorrow. I have just been looking up what food to give swans . Evidently bread is not good....fresh peas or dark green outer leaves on the lettuce are recommended.

  4. I add a flower to the growing bouquet. Thanks for the prompt!

  5. PS: And here is what is blooming in Melbourne right now:

    1. O! Thank you. Your photos are a marvelous display of spring flowers worthy of poetry.

  6. I'll make rounds soon...a most beautiful Motif today...Thank you Susan...

  7. Hey everyone,

    Hope you are having an amazing day so far :D sharing my poem 'Prudence' its dinner time here, will be back to read and comment :D

    Thank you Susan for the wonderful opportunity :D

    Lots of love,

    1. AND you, Sanaa. Have a fine week and weekend.

  8. Nice to see you, kiddo. Great new blog!

  9. Good morning, kids. Looking forward to wandering through the garden of your words this morning.

  10. Wordsworth's 'I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud' also known as Daffodils, how i luv that poem

    Happy Wednesday every one

    much love....

    1. Yes, I can't see daffodils without hearing hos words.

  11. Hello PU! I haven't been around much the end of this summer. Unexpected visitors from out of town, lots going on and I'm going out of state to visit relatives the end of this month. I expect to keep busy until Oct. 1st but I'm touching base today.

    Thanks for all the visits to my poetry! I'm attempting to catch up.

    What a lovely prompt Susan! I adore the seasons but Autumn always saddens me only because summer is over here. Nice to think about blooms and new things.

    Have a great week! Hugs! Bekkie

  12. Beautiful prompt, Susan! I enjoyed reading the poems you shared & will be around visiting other poets sometime a bit later today!!

  13. When I saw the prompt I thought of a photo I took back in the spring and my muse had something to say. Thanks!

    1. I love when it all falls together like that.


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