Weekend Writing Prompt #304: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 37 words using the word “Mail”.
Is it mail or is it post
I cannot tell at all
Where in the world, near the coast?
I’m going to take the fall.
Write it, send it, read it, end it
Keep the lines open
©2023 CBialczak
Brenda hosts The Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/03/05/wordle-595/
leaping halo twig serene face killing sighs page quiver numb voice mind
With a halo on her head and a voice inside her mind
©2023 CBialczak
The face of evil shot back numbing words she couldn’t find
The quiver of her lips replace serene thoughts and calmness
Like twigs that scratch on window sills, it is no warm caress
She turned the page with a long sigh to see what else it’d bring
But nothing could prepare her for deplorable killing
Leaping to her feet and throwing pages to the floor
She knew that was a vile world she would visit nevermore.
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
gratitude https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/15/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-15th-2023/
determine, strong, mint https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/three-things-challenge-m209/
manifestations shoulder powdery wraps broken shuffle blade stand moment again nearly silence https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/wordle-588/
slow https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/15/fowc-with-fandango-slow/
gossip https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/gossip/
shilly-shally https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/rdp-sunday-shilly-shally/
severe https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/severe/
afable https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/your-daily-word-prompt-affable-ydwordprompt-january-15-2023/
Once upon a time
in an ordinarily boring way
a stodgy tribal chief
made a platter out of clay
He measured inch by inch
the details are a blur
He awakened the next afternoon
His speech a weak, low slur
The pastor in the town
came giving out good vibes
His beatitudes were sincere
He knew the chief imbibes
They sat quiet in a chair
to ponder the last day
and realized with a start
there was a new ceramic tray.
The tray was full of food
there was fruit and a lot of meat
They lunched and said with grace
That each bite’s a yummy treat.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
weak, awaken, chief https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/three-things-challenge-m208/
stodgy https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/14/fowc-with-fandango-stodgy/
ordinarily https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/ordinarily/
beatitude https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/your-daily-word-prompt-beatitude-ydwordprompt-january-14-2023/
inch https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/inch/
blur https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/rdp-saturday-blur/
“Once upon a time,” https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/13/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-14th/
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new
Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue
Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground
It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound
So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill
And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill
And what is that upon us when waking in the mist
A newer happy ending without a negative twist
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
new https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/rdp-saturday-new/
season, chill, plummet https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/three-things-challenge-m194/
broad https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/broad/
new, knew https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-31-2022/
advent https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/your-daily-word-prompt-advent-ydwordprompt-december-31-2022/
tizzy https://fivedotoh.com/2022/12/31/fowc-with-fandango-tizzy/
experienced https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/experienced/
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
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.
Go here to join in!
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
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