Winter’s Depth: Compilation 01/17/2023

Limbs pruned from the large, green pine
severed from the roots
cut so deeply
As if a door has shut out all light
and an immanent cold settles
All spatial reasoning gone
rationed by the falling snow
Any breath is a deviation
from the warmth
and beauty
of spring’s sweet air
and peaceful breeze

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

prune, cut, sever https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/three-things-challenge-m211/
door https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/17/fowc-with-fandango-door/
immanent https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/rdp-tuesday-immanent/
deviation https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/deviation-2/
ration https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/your-daily-word-prompt-ration-ydwordprompt-january-17-2023/
spatial https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/spatial/
become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January. https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/17/poetics-the-blizzard-of-the-self/

dVerse — Prosery – Everything is Stitched

Good evening, Pub Poets! Lisa here to welcome you to Prosery: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words in total (not including the title) and must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc.) https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/16/dverse-prosery-everything-is-stitched/
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Medical Mystery

Melody looked straight ahead as the doctor poked and prodded, trying to feel for a tender spot. 

“Does it hurt here?”

“No, towards the back a little, down a bit.”

“Did you get your appendix out, Melody?”

“Yeah, do you think it has something to do with that?”

“Well, typically the appendix is taken out of the front of the abdomen but there could have been other circumstances. When I perform an appendectomy my work is much more precise than this scar.”

“I don’t know what they did honestly. It was after a car accident and I was passing out and waking up every few minutes it felt like.”

“Well, I will have the nurse check your chart. It definitely wasn’t my work. Everything I do is stitched with its color and the appendix to me is purple.”

“Why purple?” 

©2023 CBialczak prose

Q44 #167: BOLD-ly Go.

Go to the d’verse Poet’s Pub to join in: https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/09/q44-167-bold-ly-go/
 It’s 2023’s first Quadrille Monday – when we write poems of exactly 44 words, including one word we here at dVerse provide.

Bold Inner Child

Listening to my inner child
The words are bold
The feelings come fully
The hurt
The pain
The sadness
The feelings come fully
The joy
The delight
The sheer bliss
My inner child knows
The truths
And all of the secrets
I hold. 

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

D’Verse Poet’s Pub Online Today

I missed both the online reading and Mr. Linky but here is mine anyhow.

use at least one title, word for word, within your poem. Extra points if you use more than one https://dversepoets.com/2022/11/08/first-your-assistance-and-then-a-razzie-or-two/

Shining Through (1982)
The Lonely Lady (1983)
Under the Cherry Moon (1986)
Cocktail (1988)
Indecent Proposal (1993)
Color of Night (1994)
Showgirls (1995)
The Postman (1997)
Battlefield Earth (2000)
Swept Away (2002)
Catwoman (2004)
I Know Who Killed Me (2007)
Fifty Shades of Grey (2015)

Indecent Attempt

Shining through the wispy clouds Under the Cherry Moon

An Indecent Proposal there would happen very soon

The color of night was black but shown by the moonlight

The Catwoman was swept away as if in fearful flight

The Dogman came with his brigade behind him standing proud

There was no fear in her green eyes, she nearly laughed out loud

He lost his nerve and told his troops to recede into the dark

She smiled and waved a quick goodbye that shone just like a spark.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Scared: A Quadrille 10/31/22

writing a poem that includes some form of the word scare: https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/31/quadrille-163-lets-scare-up-some-poems/

Scared

Long, boney fingers push aside
dusty folds
In the hem
on Granny’s couch
Waiting to pull my toes
and hear my cries
Mama wonders why I say “ouch”
I cannot tell her
what scares me
I stare at the tv
in a comfortable slouch
.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Poetics: Spicing it Up

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Basil
Cinnamon
Coriander
Cumin
Dill
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Ginger
Krakow Nights
Lemongrass
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Nutmeg
Paprika
Saffron
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Thyme
Tuscan Sunset
Vanilla
Zatar

Coriander uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but Nutmeg would go that far
They took the thyme to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left lemongrass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….

Beware, it is scary.

Cory and her Uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but not Meg would go that far
They took the time to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left Lem on grass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch

Join in at d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/19/quadrille-160-poems-that-pack-a-punch/

…make sure your piece contains some form of the word punch and comes in at exactly 44 words total. 

Jackie

Jackie is such a fruitcake
She has lived her life alone
She never visits family
She doesn’t even own a phone
She drinks her punch real icy
And sips her tea real hot
She always has some old cookies
But, personality she has not.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Open Link 223 – September Live edition

Find this at d’Verse Poet’s pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/15/open-link-223-september-live-edition/

This poem is from 2019 and is about Autumn. Now that I am living in a southern state my ideas of autumn are very different.

Autumn Polyptoton Poem 

The leaves crackle as I walk down the walkway 

Watching for small creatures to appear from under the leaves. 

Mist covers my shoulders as the wind wisps through the path. 

No sound other than the crunch of my feet 

Crushing more leaves, leaving only fragments of summer behind.  

©2019 CBialczak Poetry

Meet the Bar with Aphorisms

This week at the pub we are asked to make up our own aphorisms. In the definition, an aphorism is a statement that presents a moral or philosophical idea. It does that with a pithy statement that expresses something general idea of the world by for instance being a metaphor, it does not mention that they refer to. negative situations but when I was thinking about it, so many do. I don’t know if this is true or not but when thinking of one it seemed like that is where my head kept going.

So, here is mine…

One person alone cannot thicken the blood that runs between two people.

©2022 Christine Bialczak

For all of the years that my sister has not liked me and has not wanted to repair whatever is broken, I have always tried. I can’t fix it if she doesn’t want to add her help.

join in here

After reading some of the other entries and commenting I came up with this saying (in response to this)

Don’t expect to find that which rarely exists

©2022 Christine Bialczak