Prosery: Telescope of time

For d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/12/prosery-telescope-of-time/

The Visit

We were going to meet him again. We hadn’t seen him since we were kids. He was so mean, grouchy, and just seemed like a monster. How could a man like that be the father of someone like our dad? 

Debbie and I walked slowly up the walkway. We could see the curtains move in the window; he must have been keeping an eye out for us. As we got to the door, it opened slowly. 

Standing in the door was a little man, barely five feet tall.  

“Debbie, Michael, it is so good to see you. It has been so long since I have seen any of my grandchildren!”  

Debbie and I looked at each other and smiled. He was just a sweet old man. ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.  

“Hi Grandpa!” we said. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Quadrille #113: Blanket Us

Written for Merril at d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/05/quadrille-113-blanket-us/

Use blanket as a noun, adjective, or verb. Describe a blanket, real or imagined. Make a blanket statement. Be cozy, dark, sensual, or funny. Maybe you want to blanket us with sunshine or warmth or blanket us under snow. Your choice, as long as your poem is 44 words.

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My Love

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetry as Protest

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/24/mtb-protest-poetry/

Color

When was the last time you looked in a mirror 

To see what color your skin was 

Or to see how many blemishes you could find? 

When was the last time you looked in your wallet 

To see if the color of the money somehow matched 

The color of your skin, or at least complimented it? 

When was the last time you closed your eyes  

And saw only one color in your dreams?  

How can you say that color makes people different? 

Is a Box turtle better than a Pond turtle?  

Is a Maltese dog better than a Scottie? 

Is a German Shephard weird because it has more than one color? 

Where on the color wheel does it say that one color has more value than another? 

Wasn’t colored television an improvement to only black and white pictures? 

Where does this come from? 

Where does this make sense? 

Who has a good reason that color makes a difference? 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetic Tuesday: dVerse Poets Pub September 22, 2020

Lillian is the host this week: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/22/let-your-words-be-your-paintbrush/

All pictures depicted on this particular post are the works of Catrin Welz-Stein with a link to her website http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/ 

Bright Moon

By the light of the moon  
by the spark of a star  
my memories of you  
Never go very far  
 
I’m delighted by you  
and the things that we share  
Our relationship goals  
Just how much we each care  
 
Someday you will be gone  
And I will be alone  
I’ll have what we’ve been through  
All the vibrance, the tone  
 
So if you remember  
to tell me that goodbye  
just point to the full moon  
lighting up the dark sky 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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It comes in nines!

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/15/poetics-9-across-for-a-count-down/

  1. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September

It seems as though you are still summer 
Even with the sun laying low 
when the crisp air is blowing 
and the leaves start to turn 
but a warm breeze blows 
to remind us 
that summer 
is not 
gone. 

2. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September

Broken shadows across the cracked ground 
A hawk flies to find its next meal 
The ground holds the warmth for us 
Keeping warm means holding 
Hold one another 
And don’t let go 
Shadows  
move. 

3. For prompt #1 – Dorothy Lawrenson “September

Summer breezes cease to blow and this 
Is the end of the golden sun’s warmth 
Leaving a slight chill in the air 
Too warm for staying in 
Exchanging flip flops for sneakers 
Its laces stiff from last year’s run 
Gold hues settle along the horizon 
For all we know we are still amazed 
Brass shines brightly in the sun. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Open Link Night

dVerse Poets pub is hosting Open Link Night: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/20/on-this-day/

This is sort of a “fan fiction” parody on the Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss

Damn cat in the hat…

The cat in the hat 

Had cleaned up the house 

The kids thought him fancy 

Adults saw a louse. 

But what they don’t know 

Is that every new day 

The cat goes to homes 

To take kids away. 

He takes them to dinner 

And out for a run 

He gives them some ice cream 

They have lots of fun. 

And when they get home 

From their date with the cat 

Their parents are clueless 

‘bout where they’ve been at. 

The kids think its funny  

To trick their own folks 

The cat loves to show them 

That parents are jokes. 

The biggest dilemma  

That stands to exist 

Is that the cat is in trouble 

He’s on their hit list.  

If parents find out 

That their kids sneak around 

The cat will be gutted  

In a tree, he’ll be found.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Clowns: dVerse poets pub

NO Clowns

Say goodbye

Clowns are so creepy 

Clowns are not cool 

Clowns need a new job 

They need a new school. 

Wash off your makeup 

Wash up your face 

Put on a new hat 

Find your own place. 

I hate to be angry 

I hate to be mad 

I just hate clowns 

It’s a feeling I had.  

I was born with this feeling 

I was born with this fear 

I just hate clowns  

It is a cross that I bear. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Prosery

Today Merill hosts at dVerse Prosery the prompt where we write prose no longer than 144 words that has to include a given sentence from a poem. https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/17/prosery-monday-a-time/

“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”

Which comes from the poem “A Time” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, You may punctuate as you wish but you are not allowed to change the order of the words or inserting more words.

August 17, 2020

My reflections

Looking at life, as it goes swiftly by, there are times that have come and gone, some of which I would beg to come back. Losing my husband then losing my son, were the worst days of my life. Now my life continues, and love has found me this time. My heart breaks for what I lost but also swells with hope for the future. I want to love again and be loved again. I still have people to love and show my love to. Tragedy is just that, tragedy. It reminds us to not take life for granted and to hold precious those moments when we are with people we love.  We don’t know what God has in store for us for our lives and “when it is over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it”. 

©2020 CBialczak

MTB: Stream of Consciousness Writing

Written for dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/13/mtb-stream-of-consciousness-writing/

My life in limbo

Living in infinity is like my life
when I try to imagine where I am going
and where I have been,
underlying all of it
with a simple desire to settle down
and enjoy the freedoms
that I should find easily in my life,
only to be mustered by the happenings
in fate
which are beyond my control
or anyone else’s
leaving me to feel the uncertainty
of the limitlessness of life
and of being in this world
where there is no stop
and there is no start
and when you think you have a starting point,
you really only have another excuse
to wait one more day.
It’s living in limbo.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

I wrote this in only a few minutes, writing the words that came to my mind without really thinking of what I was saying or where I was going with it. It felt sort of liberating to free my mind of these thoughts that sit and rust in my brain.