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Out of the darkness
into the light
floating through fluid
soaring like flight
finding the entrance
to a place you know well
finding your home
where you’ll find love dwell.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
By Wendy Monica Winter
I was on Goodreads and this story popped up. It made me smile and feel sadness at the same time. I wrote to the author, Wendy, letting her know why her book title caught my attention and affected me the way it did. She wrote back immediately and told me about why she wrote the book. I let her know that I put my name in for the book Giveaway. She sent me the PDF of her book. It is perfect for me in so many ways that I wanted to share it.
To participate go to the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2021/06/27/wordle-507/
There once was a time
when I believed
that true love came
in a virtual box
enveloped by a full spectrum
of feelings
where you found yourself lost
unable to breathe
in a world
where time does not exist
but now I am torn
because I bear a bruise
that pushes me to tweak
the bit of my life
now bundled with hurt
unable to remain enclosed
in a beam of your light
seeking the bandages
of your love.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
From the depths of my soul
my heart aches
and I long to hear your voice
if only one more time
so that I can find comfort
knowing you are always with me
even though you are so far away
and I will never see you again.
From deep in my core
I try to imagine how you would be
if you were still here
with me
as was first intended
before God changed his plan
and took you away.
This wound will never heal
This hole will never be filled
This void will never be solid
I am unable to heal
I am unable to feel whole
I am unable to be complete.
God help me understand
why a mother’s heart must break
with no means of repair
and no chance of regaining
what has been lost.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
It is a bittersweet day today. I am proud to say that I raised two beautiful children but I am heartbroken that one left this world before me. My beautiful daughter is doing so well and I am so proud of her. I miss my son so very much it hurts more than I could ever explain.
I lost my mom when I was 23. It seems so long ago. I remember thinking that my life was left with a big gaping hole in it. Happy Mother’s Day Mom! I hope you are still watching over me.
I put my house on the market and got an offer the first day. I am so happy that it happened quickly but also so scared to make such a big move. I have done so many updates and fixed things so nicely, why move? But, isn’t that what happens? I am sure that whoever moves in will feel the love within the walls. When the house sells I will get to be back full-time with David but also farther away from my daughter. No decisions are one sidedly easy. But with Lindsay succeeding at her work and being so young and a strong person, she will do fine whether I am a town over or many states away.
I have been inconsistently active on my blog. There is so much that has to get done in a day and I honestly feel like I am on the go 24-7. If you are feeling bored let me know what you do to have the down-time! Lol. I appreciate every person who continues to read my work and “chat” with me. I suppose there will come a day where I can start structuring my time again. My father is so needy that it is often hard to sit and write when he is continually asking me questions or in need of something. He will be 89 next month. Holy cow!
If you continue to participate in Simply 6-Minutes on Tuesdays then Thank you! If you don’t participate yet, check it out on Tuesday. It is fun and relaxing and puts such a smile on my face. Spread the word…It’s all for the fun of it.
Does anyone remember when “Baked Lays” first came out and they were wreaking havoc on peoples’ stomachs? Supposedly whatever they put in their food that makes it fat free also leads to a laxative effect. I learned not too long ago and was reminded the other day that “sugar free” candy also has the same effect on the bowel track. So…if you are feeling irregular try the sugar free hard candies they sell at the Dollar Tree.
That is enough rambling for everyone for one day.
Peace to you all!
Have a very Happy Monday!
©2021 CBialczak
I will race you to the moon
upon my flying carpet
around the speeding comet
toward the brightest star
where my heart can soar
where my mind can travel
where my love can be
eternal
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Write a quatern poem
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/
Living alone in a cabin
Wondering who might stop over
Waiting all day by the window
Hoping someone would come to call.
Watching the clouds in the blue sky
Living alone in a cabin
Thinking that life was just perfect
Never wanting to tell the truth.
For hours and hours you wait so still
Until someone can find you here
Living alone in a cabin
Finding solitude relaxing.
Suddenly your wish is answered
When you hear a knock on the door
Open to see who’s to visit
Living alone in a cabin.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NPM 21
Write a Magic 9 poem using a theme of slavery, freedom, or manumission.
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/
I am not totally sure this makes sense but I’m giving it a try!
I never believed in my mind
That one is better than you
I don’t believe in the kind
Of treatment so bad to a man
I looked and tried to find
Peace and freedom for all
Like peeling back the rind
Of an orange given to you
Because love is colorblind
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NPM 21
Write a poem incorporating your favorite beverage, an automotive malfunction, and basketball
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/
I’m alone on the side of the road
as I watch my tire deflate
I think about having a beer
but by then it will be too late
So waiting I sit on the ball
as I really have no good seat
and wait for the tow truck to arrive
as I space out and look at my feet
I sit and think, “there is no hope”
When in the horizon I see
there is tow truck coming along
and it’s coming there to help me.
The driver was happy to see my good seat
He said he played basketball
He told me he had never been beat.
So I laughed and tossed him the ball.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NPM 21
Compose a poem about hands
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/
Upon my back
Right down my spine
Across my skin
It’s so divine
For me to stay
So you can see
The feelings that
You give to me
Each time you’re near
And I there too
I realize
That I love you.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NPM 21
