Despite the manifestations
To determine a moment or two
Where gratitude is not held down
Where a strong stand is taken by you
The silence is suddenly broken
When gossip is shuffled around
People around shilly-shally
You shoulder the words and the sound
You wrap your arms around slowly
An afable look on your face
And find that the truth is the one thing
That can fill nearly all of the space
Your guard is suddenly broken
A powdery dust no longer seen
Like the blade of a knife that is bent
All severe feelings is how it has been
The situation is fine now
The look on your face shows a smile
The sweet minty taste on the pallet
Once again you have gone the whole mile.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
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I am no master but I try my best
Each new day a mighty test
To keep the tenet of the pack
Looking forward, no looking back
Standing up to what I know
Watching those around me grow
Positivity kept in check
Negativity, no way in heck
And through my laughter and my tears
I think about all the years.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Linda gives us the prompt each week. Join in here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-3-2022/
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “twin/tween.” Use, “twin” or “tween” any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
My sister and I look alike I guess. She is almost three years older than I am. She was almost a twin to my mother when comparing their photos from when my mother was young. Once, when I was in my early twenties, I had stopped by her condo and gone to get a drink. There was a picture on the refrigerator and I wondered why there was a picture of me and John, her husband at the time, on the refrigerator. Yes, you guessed it, it was her and John, but I swear I thought it was me! As we have aged I tend to look like a “twin” of how she looked at that age. One thing is true though, we sound very much alike on the phone. We are however not alike in any other ways that I can think of.
Now there’s my daughter. We have been told we look like sisters and I wouldn’t say twins there either. Some of my older pictures when put next to hers look like we could have been twins. Funny thing is we sound alike, laugh alike, and have many of the same mannerisms, even now that we haven’t lived in the same house for at least three years.
With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick
I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick.
I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain
I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain.
I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin
To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in.
I saw my Lord in my garden of colored tulip blooms
He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes
I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric
And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick
My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day
But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray
I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best
And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
At the end of the hall of the building I owned
Was a big open window and a playground disowned.
In spite of it all, I was stunned by the site
Of a newly grown willow leaning ‘way from the light
I sucked in a breath as I guarded my eyes
Fearing bites of an insect or the no-see-um flies
For a moment I thought it was a hallucination
Or maybe a high from my pot solution
I focused real hard and decided to go
Down the kind of tall stairway, I’d have to trust my ego
I let down my guard and descended the stairs
Like driving downhill where nobody cares
When I got to the tree I saw you and sighed
You said “Forgive yourself now” but I wanted to hide
Now I felt so embarrassed the tree’s lit by a lamp
And I laughed at my mistake till my cheeks were all damp.
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My house is nice and clean!
Christine Bialczak 10/29/22
I have been cleaning all day getting ready for my daughter’s visit! Now, if I can keep the house looking this good all of the time…..
‘As ancestors go, mine are pretty unique
From the depths of the oceans to tall mountain peaks
The grief from their passing is replaced with a smile
The sadness is lifted, depths of loss reconcile
Pretty bright blooms rise right out of the ice
Rain melts the snow, it is really quite nice
Mud seems to grovel in crevices bare
While salt from the ocean’s like crystals of air
The bruises of sorrow on the skin of the soul
Replace what the heart wants and what it still knows
From the edge of a field to the top of a peak
No words heard murmuring, no sounds here to seek
Keep moving on ’til your cup runneth dry
And remember the happiness each time you cry.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Sammi is the host of this weekly writing prompt:
You’re not like me
I’m not like you
We’re like two peas
In a pod that grew
In some old garden
Along an empty path
Mother Nature’s wrath.
Someday our seeds
Might come together fine
But for now
I wish you’re mine
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
October 17, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that references “I see the light in you.” You can use the phrase or demonstrate it in a story. Who is shining and why? Who is observing or reacting? What is the setting? Go where the prompt leads!
Billy walked sullenly, head hung low.
He hadn’t meant to look so stupid in front of his friends.
How could a book report turn into a horror show within minutes?
Dennis was how!
Billy didn’t know they were reading the same book and he certainly didn’t know that his abridged version was not only the easier version but it kept some of the best details out!Sharon ran up to Billy as he walked along.
“I thought your report was better! You enjoyed reading and it showed! I see the light in you when you talk, more than Dennis!”
©2022 CBialczak fiction
It was with a weary smile
That I finished up my job
I knew that I was early
I gave an untenable little sob
I opened up my car door
Revealing an awful mess inside
With a thumping in my brain
I took a breath so deep and wide
I shot a glance right over
Towards the moon glowing so bright
Then dropped my eyes and held my gaze
And shivered at the sight
There stood a big strong figure
With a snarl on its face
Its a pity I didn’t see the sign
That said it’s his parking space
In an elaborate way to exit
A kind of carving through the dirt
I didn’t care now of the damage
Earth flax my spinning tires spurt
I wanted to arrive in time
Not die right in my car
I know it’d sound like a big lie
‘Cause thats how stories are
So instead I’ll say I worked late
And had a flat or still
Say that I ran out of gas
Avoid the stares and grill.
©2022 CBialczak Compilation
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