MTB: I am, The First Person Narrative

So for today’s prompt, compose a poem using “I am…” with a First Person narrative in any part of your verse.  Go experimental and creative with your “I am” poem.

I am still here

I am a turbulent wind blowing and moving and seeing no end in sight.
I am a raging fire burning with no ability to put the hot flames out. 
I am an ocean full of tears with no way of measuring how much water exists.  
I am an empty, broken eggshell with no way of getting put back together. 
I am a gray boulder sitting and waiting for someone to move me to a new place. 
I am also a bird flying free, without restrictions, able to make my very own decisions. 
I am still here, although alone, with memories being my only reminder.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Permanence: dVerse Pub


What is permanent?

The sun rotates 
The stars glow 
Seeds grow 
Animals are born 
People die 
Food is eaten 
Things are thrown away 

Clouds float by 
Rain falls from the sky 
Trees get cut down 
Animals are prey 
People go from place to place 
A drink is only drunken once.  

Isn’t permanence the only thing that is permanent?  

©2020 CBialczak

dVerse: ‘There are moments caught between heart-beats’.

Camille sat and watched the monitor. With each blip and tick, evidence of life was displayed on the screen. She wasn’t sure how long she sat, watching the lines, but knew it was doing no one any good to fixate and watch the squiggles, not sure what to be watching for.  

It had been two full weeks of this. In and out of consciousness, awareness to complete loss in moments. Was it the medication or the body dictating the continuous beat of the heart? She would only know what was in her heart, hoping he wanted to live, knowing death would be easier.  

So, there she sat, hoping for a future, moments caught between heart-beats, hoping that the will to live would dominate. Unfortunately, at this point she may never know. Words are no longer easy to hear, through the pounding in her chest.  

©2020 CBialczak


dVerse: Prosery: Between Heartbeats

Wishing away the universe 
looking for a direction to take 
Life decides alone.  

You may hope for assistance 
but will be reminded 
the choices are prepicked. 

Enjoy what you are given 
it can be lost too easily 
and will be missed. 

There are moments caught between heart-beats 
looking for the entity 
in which to preside. 

Follow what you will 
it is solely your choice 
how to handle the hard times. 

We wonder what the point is 
to the madness we feel 
and the touch we desire 

It is meant to handle carefully 
But with distinct precision 
to guide your future self. 

Hope for positivity 
promote the good  
You will have an effect 

Find strength in truth 
hope in faith 
love deep in the soul. 

Only you can 
walk the road ahead 
looking for the pot of gold. 

©2020 CBialczak