Share Your World 5-11-2020


Written for Melanie:


  • I asked this on an award thingie I was nominated for, and I got such interesting responses, I thought I’d ask it on Share Your World too:  Do you have a favorite kind of tree? White Birch. I don’t really know why, I just love the way the bark has the black hash marks.
  • What bridges are you happy you burned? My college group of friends. They held so many grudges and their perceptions were so unlike mine that it became toxic. I used to cry about why this one won’t talk to me, or that one will. One of the group, who was like my best friend, got pregnant shortly after I had my second child. I crocheted a blanket and sent the gift to the shower. At the time Bob and I were both working full time and still struggling to pay bills, etc. I didn’t go to the baby shower because I would have had to take a shift off of work, I waitressed at the time. About a year later I saw this friend. I asked her what she had, she said a boy. I asked if she liked the blanket I made. She said she never even opened the box, it was up in the closet, because she was mad at me for not going to her baby shower.
  • Would you sacrifice yourself (die) for a stranger? Honestly, I don’t know. I mean if it was like going to work at a hospital where patients have COVID-19 then yes. If it was for the life of a child I think that would be a yes. But in the scheme of things who really knows? I think years ago it would have been more of a definite yes but now that my daughter has lost her father and her brother, I would be so afraid of leaving her with no-one.
  • How have your priorities changed since the C-19 virus took over? Not so much my priorities but my time management has. I realize also that I don’t need to do all the running around, shopping for things I don’t need.

Gratitude Section:


I am grateful for: David and my daughter, my fairly healthy body, and the few friends who show me that they care about me just as much as I care about them.

GRAPPLE – Your Daily Word Prompt – #YDWordPrompt May 12, 2020

Written for

Sibling rivalry

At the top of the stairs 

And down the hall 

We fight and fight 

We even name call. 

And that’s just one 

I hate to say 

There are a few  

To get in my way. 

The boy is the worst  

As he likes to bite 

The girl just cries 

Because she hates to fight. 

The other boy can 

And will hunt me down 

We grapple and scream 

He acts like a clown. 

Then there’s the one 

Who nobody tries 

To bother at all 

So that nobody dies.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle #189


Written for mindlovemisery’s menagerie:

Withershins- in a direction contrary to the natural one, especially contrary to the apparent course of the sun or counterclockwise: considered as unlucky or causing disaster.
Brouhaha- excited public interest, discussion, or the like, as the clamor attending some sensational event; hullabaloo: an episode involving excitement, confusion, turmoil, etc., especially a broil over a minor or ridiculous cause:

She lies waiting

When she lays upon the bed  
looking at the sky  
She wonders where that feather went  
Maybe floating by?  
She has a competition  
within herself for sure  
She looks up at the ceiling  
as she lies upon the floor.  
Yesterday was just for fun  
as grief grips her with fear  
She scurries like a little mouse  
withershins is more near.  
The brouhaha around her  
is like tentacles in her life  
knowing that her engine runs  
on vanity and strife.  
For now she’ll sit upon the bed  
shoes thrown out on the floor  
drinking tea she made today  
hoping for a something more.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Rant, read at your own risk…don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Written at Rethinking Life. Very true words.

Rethinking Life

Religion, Meditation, Faith, Light

Many people want to believe, or do believe, that this is what we are.  This is what we will be after we leave this life.  That we have a light within us.  A soul.  Something that makes us what we are.

But once again, humans keep all of those things for themselves.  Their egos, don’t put the light into flowers, trees, who live longer than we do, or other animals.  Humans  constantly elevate their own status, pretending that they are better, higher, more worthy, and special, than every other living thing.  It’s just more conceit. More ego. It’s greedy and elitist. It’s blindness, of epic proportion.

I’m happy to be like a lion, bear, or frog.  Those are my kind of “people.”  I don’t really want to be part of all this holier than thou garbage.  I don’t need, or want, a light.  I don’t believe I have a…

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For a guy

I was reading blogs and came across a poem at and I thought about a poem I wrote back in November. I thought it was for this blog but perhaps it was for Poetry Soup. Anyhow, here it is:

For a guy 

As I sit, I wonder why 

I let my life go for a guy. 

I look at love and do not see 

A man who wants to comfort me. 

I must move on in my own space 

Thinking not of time nor place 

Of meeting with the next man there 

For my relations I don’t care.  

As I sit, I look around 

I wonder where I can be found. 

Hidden here in a secret gloom 

I left him in the hotel room.  

I ran so fast I could not see 

The rain nor fog that followed me. 

So now I’m here in a new, fresh day 

Wishing my love and his could stay.  

©2019 CBialczak Poetry