A little repetition.

d’Verse Poets Pub is asking for that, asking for that….lol, me trying to be funny!
https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/05/a-little-repetition/

anaphora (Greek: ἀναφορά, “carrying back”) is a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending them emphasis

I’d like you to pick one of these verbs as the repeating verb

  • remember
  • dream
  • eat
  • choose
  • love
  • fear
  • hope
  • paint
  • lose

Dream of me when you sleep
Dream of sunshine appearing on a cloudy day
Dream of money crumpled in an old pair of jeans
Dream of cold water on a hot day
Dream of smiles on strangers
Dream of rain on a dry garden bed
Dream of happiness
Dream of kindness
Dream of peace
Dream of me as I have always dreamed of you.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

dVerse – Monday Quadrille #149 – ‘Tis the Season

Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/04/dverse-monday-quadrille-149-tis-the-season/

So… here we are, at the season of poem writing. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word season.

Welcome Spring

When winter is over
And spring has begun
The seasons are changing
New webs will be spun
New life will be made
New hope will be had
These are the dreams
Sunshine from sad

Clouds will change to fluff
Buds will change to blooms

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Colour me poetry

Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/22/colour-me-poetry/#like-23916

Here is your list:

  • Trumpet
  • Tea with Florence
  • Chemise
  • Confetti
  • Goblin
  • Mirror
  • Rolling fog
  • First light
  • Hidey hole
  • Masquerade

Ghostly

The trumpet sounds like rolling fog
at first light, like a masquerade
A goblin smiles with sheer delight
As tea with Florences is made.
A chemise drapes down brittle bones
not showing their true oddly shape
Freckles spread like confetti dots
While silken layers spread and drape.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Poetics: Leave Your Hat On

Back at the pub we are writing about the many hats we may wear or bear as a symbol of our lives
https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/15/poetics-leave-your-hat-on/

All Hats

The hat you wear when you are young
Is stylish, smart and strong
But that old hat becomes a wall

As you age it feels all wrong.

So now you wear a softer hat
One that you change each day
For every hat you have collected
Will in your closet stay.

We cannot lose the hats we hate
Or keep the ones we love
We just hold on and hope our hats
Will fit us like a glove.

Some are tall and some are not
It matters on the day
So wear your hat and say your prayers
For on your head they stay.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Winter be gone! Prose rewrite

Check out the prompt down at the pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/14/winter-be-gone/

So here’s the prompt for today’s prosery. The line I want you to include in your prose/flash fiction of 144 words or less, sans title, is “I wandered lonely as a cloud”.

Grandma’s Song

Veva walked along the sandy shore, kicking stones, searching for sea glass. She recalled the days, as a child, where colors would sparkle under the bright sun, illuminating bits of glass smoothed by the crashing waves and sandy bottom. Now though it seemed to be such a rare find. This Veva could not understand, with all the litter in the worlds’ oceans. But still she walked, silently. Watching a gull fly by she thought of a song her grandma used to sing to her on those walks on the beach…

I walked along the sandy shore
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I found my way back to my love

That was all Veva could remember of the words but she could still hear her grandma humming the tune, as if her voice was being carried by the waves back to her childhood days. 

©2022 CBialczak Flashfiction

Winter Be Gone!

Lillian is hosting d’Verse Poet’s Pub writing challenge: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/14/winter-be-gone/

The rules: It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. It can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction; cannot exceed 144 words in total (sans title); must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc); and must include the poetry line given as the prompt, word for word, within the prose.

“I wandered lonely as a cloud”

Resting Heart

Against the cream colored sky
Wafts of white descend
Softly caressing green hills
Swaying in the gentle breeze. 

“I wandered lonely as a cloud”
Slowly gliding along
Across fields of green grass
Prickling my skin.

I look for you in the shadows
Wondering if you are near
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Of love for me, in your eyes.

Winds pick up the scent
Of sweet lilacs
Blowing a delicate scent,
melancholy weighing down the blooms.

Time passes, skys darken
Smiles turn to tears
The sun settles below the branches
Of the pines along the base of the hill.

My mood changes
My eyes look forward, 
Ahead of me
Space as empty as my mind.

Clouds drift across a moon
Glowing in the dark sky
Guiding my strides
In the direction of home.

For me, 
Home is peace,
Peace is love,
My heart rests.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Eyeing the Quadrille #147

From d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

So today for you you are to write a Quadrille, 44 words which have to include the word eye in the main body of the poem,

When you are ready with your poem, please post it to your blog, and then link it up to: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/07/eyeing-the-quadrille-147/

My Eyes

With my own eyes I see a spot
not in my head, oh no it’s not
It’s in my room, above the door
I see it float above my floor.
It floats around, this way and that
Here in 3-D it is not flat!

dVerse – Open Link Night 311

Find the prompt here at the poet’s pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/03/dverse-open-link-night-311-golden-wait/

Still One

When there were two
there were so many unknowns
what to do
where to go
how to deal with what life
threw at us.
When there were two
there was no pain
even when
life
was hard.
When there were two
there was no hole
no emptiness
no hurt
only love
Now there is one
there is heartache
there is pain
there are questions
But there is still one.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Poetry Form: Sparrowlet

Check out d’Verse Poet’s Pub to join in this poetry writing: https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/24/poetry-form-sparrowlet/

The Sparrowlet is an invented stanzaic form created by Kathrine Sparrow that she calls a variation of the Swap Quatrain. The defining feature is the inversion of the 2 hemistichs of L1 in L6 of each stanza.

The elements of the Sparrowlet are:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of sixains.  (A stanza of 6 lines).
  • syllabic, lines of 8 syllables each. (Often written in iambic tetrameter.)
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme BbabaA.
  • L1 and L6 of each stanza is written in 2 hemistichs. (Hemistich means a half a line of a verse).
  • The 2 halves of L1 are inverted and repeated as a refrain in L6. The last line MUST be the EXACT SAME as line 1, just switched around. You cannot change any of the words. (Punctuation may be changed to accommodate the meaning).

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________

***Spoiler: I didn’t do this correctly with the first and last lines! It is already “published” so I will have to redo them and repost.

These are the New Ones:

Darkness ascend, sadness in bloom
Joy and happiness fear the doom
A broken heart that cannot mend
Sunny shades of glory may loom
In hugs and kiss from a close friend
Sadness in bloom, darkness ascend

Seeds sprout gold under the light
Spores of pollen soon take flight
Take in water with leaves to hold
No winter weather to fear a bite
Sun keeps away any air cold
Under the light seeds sprout gold

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This is my attempt at a Sparrowlet. The first one is sort of sad so I will try another that is not so dismal.

When darkness comes, sadness in bloom
Joy and happiness fear the doom
A broken heart that cannot mend
Sunny shades of glory may loom
In hugs and kiss from a close friend
comfort despair until the end

Here is a “sunnier” attempt, inspired by seeds I planted.

Small seeds sprout tall under the light
Tiny spores of pollen take flight
Take in water with leaves to hold
No winter weather fear a bite
Sun keeps away any air cold
Flowers in bloom with colors bold

©2022 CBialczak Poetry