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

Burn: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Find the prompt here: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/06/18/rdp-friday-burn/

When the sun goes down
and the lights turn on
When the fog rolls in
and it settles upon
the surface we live on
the place where we grow
the place we will wither
and burn and then go
where it will be the time
to turn fast and run
for your life will be over
and your existence is done.

©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

Friend: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Find the word here: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/05/30/rdp-sunday-friend/

All along our lives we go
with friends and pets and people we know
but have we thought about the rest?
the people whom we don’t know the best?

From pain of sickness to that of sorrow
I know I will still have tomorrow
and finding new relations to toast
reminding ourselves it’s not right to boast.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Transitory: FOWC with Fandango

Find the word here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/30/fowc-with-fandango-transitory/

Definition of transitory

1: of brief duration TEMPORARY the transitory nature of earthly joy 2: tending to pass away not persistent

Upon this day I ponder
the ways of my life and
the paths I have taken
so that it may leave me
with a reflection of where
I will return to in my transitory state
to find peace and solace in the familiar.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

So far away

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

Weekend Writing Prompt #210 – Eerie

wk 210 eerie

Thanks,https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/05/22/weekend-writing-prompt-210-eerie/ Sammi for the challenge:

I didn’t use the word eerie but this was what came to me….

Wispy clouds 
breezes blow 
branches scrape windows 
leaves flip and toss  
to their final resting place 
droplets fall 
blood drips 
down my face 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry