Haibun Monday 30/03/2020: Snapshots of Our Lives

Write a prose background to your chosen poem, giving us more details of when and where it happened, who else was involved, the how and the why, including a link to the original poem if you wish, and then sum up the poem in a haiku.  Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season. https://dversepoets.com/

I had to look back and find a poem that I wrote last year, that is when I really started writing. I didn’t put it on a blog, as I wasn’t blogging at that point either! I found this poem that I titled “Color my memories” when I was writing poetry for children. I wasn’t really aware then, that poetry is not really desired for publication from traditional publishers. Shel Silverstein was always one of my most favorite authors, so when I began writing I had him in mind. Later, as I looked for a traditional publisher, I read on one bio after another that no one wants poetry for young readers. It is too bad.

This poem I wrote based on real things I remember.

Color my memories

Memories spin in my mind.

Red raspberries out in grandma’s backyard with silver beetles under the leaves.

Blue water swirling with sunshine against an aqua blue liner in the above ground pool.

Green grass to be mowed twice a week with a red walk-behind mower.

Purple irises in the flower garden smelling so sweet but not to pick.

Black tar on the driveway for popping tar bubbles and for sunning all day.

Yellow sunlight as bright as grandma’s huge Chevrolet with no seat belts.

Orange slices cut to quench your thirst and make a fake smile.

Brown shades of skin darkening with each summer day.

Memories spin like a color wheel. (©2019 CBialczak)

Sometimes we believe
Children live colorful lives
One to remember

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


A special message from his Holiness, the Dalai Lama — Enjoying Our Simple Life

A special message from his Holiness, the Dalai Lama My dear brothers and sisters, I am writing these words in response to repeated requests from many people around the world. Today, we are passing through an exceptionally difficult time due to the outbreak of the coronavirus pandemic. In addition to this, further problems confront humanity […]

A special message from his Holiness, the Dalai Lama — Enjoying Our Simple Life


Learning about Brasilia

Like the sharp needles  
upon the cathedral 
this virus pierces our world 
and draws attention  
to what we believe in. 
The cross stands proud 
reminding us that we are all 
being watched over.  

Like the arches along  
the Juscelino 
our faith bounds on 
bringing us to a place 
where we find 
our true meaning, 
where we start  
and where we will end.  

Like Os Calangos 
we stand up to this virus 
and to the other  
troubles in our world 
saying we won’t give in, 
we will rebuild, 
we will survive.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for Pegman: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/