Welcome to Day 8 of the April Write 2013: a new era begins
Today is centred on a quote from Jean-Paul Sartre’s ‘Nausea’. So, read the quote below and bring forth whatever it inspires in you.
The Topic for today is: “And now it has started blossoming.”
“Something has happened to me: I can’t doubt that any more. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything obvious. It installed itself cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little awkward, and that was all. Once it was established, it didn’t move any more, it lay low and I was able to persuade myself that there was nothing wrong with me, that it was a false alarm. And now it has started blossoming.” ~ from Jean-Paul Sartre’s ‘Nausea’
You have a choice in how you tackle this, either use the Topic as your title or follow the general feel of the piece and what it brings forth. Whatever you choose, please enjoy the process.
Much Love to you ALL and many thanks to Adam Rowland for finding this quote. ~ Marina.
The April Write 
Zita Holbourne © April 2013
And now it has started blossoming.
It was uncertain if it would even make it
Because when the cold spell hit
Everything was buried under a blanket of frost
It seemed as though Spring was completely lost
When the snow fell and settled there
There was nobody to know or care
Starved of both water and sunlight
It became a never ending fight
It might be easier to simply die
But nature in her wisdom would not deny
This weak and late edition
Breaking with tradition
Several weeks too late one Sunday morning
At last it seemed as though Spring was dawning
The sun came out and challenged every cloud
Unembarrassed its rays were strong and loud
Taking pity on the garden where even weeds had failed
It stopped to consider what had ailed
This once green space that had been blessed
Indulging in vibrant colours then caressed
By butterflies and bumble bees
Rhythmically dancing in the breeze
Now a barren wasteland of memories
A damaged victim of the winter freeze
When it reached its peak at midday
It decided there was a need to stay
It beamed down on one particular spot
Until it burned a hole so hot
It forced a small shoot to appear
And in no time it grew without a care
For the cold that nearly caused it not to be
And stood up proudly for all to see
For now it has started blossoming
Ablaze with the glory of its blush pink colouring
ZITA HOLBOURNE, POET~ARTIST~ACTIVIST APRIL WRITE 2013 DAY 8
Donna Parkinson © April 2013
’’And now it has started blossoming.”
Opening,
Thriving,
Growing into myself,
Emerging triumphant,
From a sea of doubt,
Crashing through barriers that have surrounded me,
Pushing me down,
Keeping me from my own recognition,
You can’t hold me no more,
I’m free…
Liberated in verse,
And now it has started blossoming,
This feeling of worth,
This need to express,
This desire to live,
To make a difference,
And now it has started blossoming,
This new mojo,
This drive to excellence,
This realisation of potential,
I have this hunger inside of me,
And now it has started blossoming,
This flower within that needed but a drop of hope,
To help it flourish,
I am able,
I am worthy,
And god knows I am here…….
Me!!
Yes me!!
I am finally here…
Adam Rowland © April 2013
Nausea
No life has been brought.
No life could be.
A lacklustre performance.
What are these dead and lifeless, useless strands?
Struck by an uneasy simplicity.
Dyed in the wool yet still fading.
Distended conviction.
To model and be modelled.
‘Do unto…’ a useless sobriquet.
Without these locks: unremarkable plastic.
Even with.
Discovering the milieu.
Most variable inflection.
It is fixed.
Dying embraced.
Import assiduously ascribed.
Marina Bayley (C) April 2013
Not ready to make a choice
yet I still continue to hear the voice
tic,tic, toc
slowly eating away
parasitical demands on delay
strength of mind controls
deep set denial unfolds
burning all thoughts of it away
ultimate question delayed
with out pity, compassion or remorse
this thing will continue to take it own course
fighting to survive
continues to blossom inside
just hoping that it will just go away
but continue to hear the voice
at a lost as to what
to do
say
feel
just keeps eating at me
hearing the clock
tic tic toc
comes the time when
there is no choice
So I stand before She
who gave birth to me
I utter a simple phase
“mummy, Mummy…
I’m
pregnant
the clock stops
her world stand still
Debbie Golt (C) April 2013
And now it has started blossoming – or inspiration from the radio
They say “Do you hear messages from the TV or the voice of god?” when ascertaining sanity
Those who are but one ism of a chromosome away from being the assessed part of
The equation
I guess the difference is what you do with the information
As poets we are ready for inspiration
From whatever and whichever source in the course
Of our days
The portal of the third eye ever open
This morning I heard the exact words for today’s poem
“… and now it has started blossoming …”
In a context more than fitting
The BBC R4 ‘Start the Week’ round table having critically
Appraised ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and prophets’ visions Described in the bible – or the Koran
To say nothing of the inhabitants of Gotham City
As the bi-products of migraine
Open to totally scientific explanation
The next contributor spoke of genetics and a contrived evolution
And how healing can only grow from what already is
“And now it has started blossoming …”
A kind of existential genesis
He described how this translates into genetic modification
And how new genres across species
Are created without the knowledge and the knowing that is
Procreation
He gave us the case of Freckles
Freckles is a goat who when she is milked
Produces spider silk
Spider silk from milk
Spider silk from the milk of a goat
Spider silk from the milk of a goat
Dreamed of in a remote lab in the Yukraine mountains
The thought sticks in my throat
Stunned by the ramifications
And the liberties taken
I imagine this milk transformed into silk
Is too valuable to drink
Tho imagine
Farmhand to cartoon super hero in three easy stages
Graphic transmutation
Right here, before our eyes, on the brink
Of irreversible change to civilisation as we know it
For once I think it wiser to close my receptors for a minute
If it was me being interlocuted in the psychiatrist’s chair
With my freedom at stake
Dare I share this clear evidence of unseen messager
Conspiring in our favour
A warning, a message from the ether
Comic heroes no longer the product of brain inflammation
The messages are always there, the universe’s voice is always spoken
It’s up to us what we do with the information
A cognitive revolution
We know now
It’s up to us to act
Debbie Golt, April 2013
Lana Joseph (c) April 2013
Poetic Blossoms…
“By LJ”
I love Poetic Blossoms…
It’s National Poetry Month
What a fantastic way to spread our wings and soar…
Writers Write On!
I love reading all of the wondrous creations…
that Poets/Poetesses share with the world
It’s so wonderful to take such emotive journeys
emotions felt sometimes bring sadness
at times the writer evokes romantic passion
quite often a reader is taken to new heights
no matter what the scribe is…
it’s a universal piece of literature that can be shared
it’s a work of art that can be felt by all
As a writer myself…
I adore the April Write Challenges!
I feel like an Autumn flower blossoming
the Poetic Atmosphere fills me
It’s fulfilling in many amazing ways…
I awaken to inspiration beyond this galaxy
at times it’s difficult to explain
one just has to be connected to this crazy intoxicating world
it’s like an exhilarating carnival ride that you wish could go on a bit longer
it’s like spending time with out of town friends/family and wishing they could stay
it’s like meeting one’s soul mate and waking up together everyday
I love poetic blossoms…
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