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).

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***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

Poetics: Songs of Unreason (d’Verse Poets Pub)

Find the prompt here at the pub

“He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison

He went to sea in a thimble of poetry,
knotted loosely to words,
strung along the thin web,
laid out above the waters.

The vessel fills as words
engulf his mind and mist rises
to keep the chamber empty
ready to fill once more.

And as the tides roll and recede
he clings to the line
and stays afloat
until his mind weaves words
sending him back to shore.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

d’Verse Poets Pub: Poetics: The Poet’s Store HousePoetics: The Poet’s Store House

I haven’t visited the Pub in so very long! I was happy to see this challenge as I love my Thesaurus! Check it out here

There were two prompts to choose from – this is the first choice
Write a SOUND POEM which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).

  • bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
  • clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
  • dulcet: honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
  • blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
  • beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone

Snoring Man

The bellow I heard was a dissonant sound
I could feel the loud blabber through the dirt on the ground
Poetically troubled and embellished with horror
My mind tried to grasp that the man was a snorer
Instead of just sitting and feeling the wrath
I imagined myself getting in a hot bath
This helped calm my mind and clear all the clamour
Even though my deep voice continued to stammer
I walked right away trying to keep myself happy
Realizing listening to this was like a bad, dirty nappy. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This is the second choice:
Simply write about the Thesaurus, as the above poets have – what it means to you; describe it, have fun with it. Let the synonyms flow, or antagonise with antonyms.

There are no restrictions on poetry style or meter but those of you who like Acrostics might want to make a nine liner for THESAURUS.

The Cat brings a Thesaurus

So the Cat in the Hat
came back to the house
with a book in his hands
too big for a mouse
He loved this great book
since its loaded with words
he couldn’t wait to show them
since the amount was absurd
He knew that the kids
would love a book such as this
Like the Swiss love the alps
there’s not one word to miss.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry, CBialczak FanFiction


d’Verse Poet’s Pub

As written here: It’s obvious that I am asking you to write a soliloquy, but I would like you to make an effort to include some clear examples of one or more poetic devices of your choosing in your self-talk

Oh, why did I think
I could taste the sun
to experience the lemon
sweet and sour
when the setting of the sun
takes out the heat
and leaves me hearing the tic tic
as the sun slips below the horizon?

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Poetry Form: Trimeric

Find the prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/17/poetry-form-trimeric/

The rules are pretty simple:

1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Finding Happiness

Finding peace within yourself
seeking pure happiness
dispelling negativity
realizing how beautiful life really is. 

Seeking pure happiness
quiet solitude
blessed by others

Dispelling negativity
realizing it cannot come
if positivity stands in its way

Realizing how beautiful life really is
Knowing so much is yet to come
Making your own happiness 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

d’Verse Poets Pub

Find prompts here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/15/poetics-exploring-the-realm-of-minimalist-photography/

For today’s Poetics, I want you all to select one out of the twelve photographs shared above and write a poem. It can be an Ekphrastic poem, if you like. Go philosophical. Go dark or romantic or solemn. Share what you feel about Minimalist photography when you see it. The idea here is to provoke an emotion, and what better way to pour them out other than poetry?

Ekphrasis | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ekphrasisAn ekphrasticpoem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning.

I wasn’t meant to break
I wasn’t meant to appear damaged

I was supposed to be supportive
I was supposed to be hold you up

Now I hide things from you
Now I let things slip away

I cannot repair myself
I can only hope you can love me this way.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Quadrille #130

Written for D’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/

“smudge”.

as a verb:

to cause (something) to become messily smeared by rubbing it.

Inside

Within the small walls
confined to a tiny place
there resides a fear
that exists only here
willing itself
to escape

Within the small walls
witnessed on an empty wall
a dark smudge of ink
making one think
that someone
wanted to get out

Poetics: The Art of Being Human

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’
Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/

This being human is the feather on the ledge
of the building made of stone
teetering with each gust of wind
no matter how small
left there by mistake?
not knowing who left it
nor where it will go
dropped by accident or lost?
never finding its way back to its source
for that is too long gone
and has no idea
that its piece
is there
waiting
to
fall.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry