Trying Today: I will succeed

For Today’s Poetics, I want you all to think along the lines of Peer Pressure. 

How does it make you feel? What are your views on it? Slice it, dice it, pepper it with everything that you have got and write a new poem.
From d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

It may not appear that I think you are right
or that I am wrong at any old time
It’s just that I feel your presence hanging around
Why do you get to me? Why do I bend?
I know your influences are not in my interest
yet I don’t know what this will give you.
Do you wish to see me fail?
Do you wish to prove a point?
Is it my curiosity to see what will happen in the end?
I live each day, knowing who cares for me
and who doesn’t
and yet I look for your call
your interference
your input
the misery it all brings.

I’m told to move on
I’m told that you are poison
But the pain of loss is stronger
The questions louder
The answers nonexistent

Today I will live without thoughts of you
and what you don’t like about me
and all that I do.
Today I will live without hearing your negativity
enveloping the being I am.
Today I will make the effort to put the past behind
To realize the present isn’t what I had wished for
But that I am better off without you.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sun, Sand, Storms, and Celebrations: Summer Ekphrastic

This is the prompt at dVerse Poet’s Pub
For the prompt—choose one or more of the paintings below and write a poem inspired by what you see or feel.
Peder Severin Krøyer, Summer Evening at Skagen. The Artist’s Wife and Dog by the Shore


Ekphrastic: An ekphrastic poem 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.

Moonlight glows upon the soft waves
as a gentle breeze blows
Still and quiet
Calm and peaceful
Light upon the ripples moving closer

©2022 CBialczak

A little repetition.

d’Verse Poets Pub is asking for that, asking for that….lol, me trying to be funny!

anaphora (Greek: ἀναφορά, “carrying back”) is a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending them emphasis

I’d like you to pick one of these verbs as the repeating verb

  • remember
  • dream
  • eat
  • choose
  • love
  • fear
  • hope
  • paint
  • lose

Dream of me when you sleep
Dream of sunshine appearing on a cloudy day
Dream of money crumpled in an old pair of jeans
Dream of cold water on a hot day
Dream of smiles on strangers
Dream of rain on a dry garden bed
Dream of happiness
Dream of kindness
Dream of peace
Dream of me as I have always dreamed of you.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

dVerse – Monday Quadrille #149 – ‘Tis the Season

Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub:

So… here we are, at the season of poem writing. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word season.

Welcome Spring

When winter is over
And spring has begun
The seasons are changing
New webs will be spun
New life will be made
New hope will be had
These are the dreams
Sunshine from sad

Clouds will change to fluff
Buds will change to blooms

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Colour me poetry

Find it here:

Here is your list:

  • Trumpet
  • Tea with Florence
  • Chemise
  • Confetti
  • Goblin
  • Mirror
  • Rolling fog
  • First light
  • Hidey hole
  • Masquerade


The trumpet sounds like rolling fog
at first light, like a masquerade
A goblin smiles with sheer delight
As tea with Florences is made.
A chemise drapes down brittle bones
not showing their true oddly shape
Freckles spread like confetti dots
While silken layers spread and drape.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Poetics: Leave Your Hat On

Back at the pub we are writing about the many hats we may wear or bear as a symbol of our lives

All Hats

The hat you wear when you are young
Is stylish, smart and strong
But that old hat becomes a wall

As you age it feels all wrong.

So now you wear a softer hat
One that you change each day
For every hat you have collected
Will in your closet stay.

We cannot lose the hats we hate
Or keep the ones we love
We just hold on and hope our hats
Will fit us like a glove.

Some are tall and some are not
It matters on the day
So wear your hat and say your prayers
For on your head they stay.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Winter be gone! Prose rewrite

Check out the prompt down at the pub:

So here’s the prompt for today’s prosery. The line I want you to include in your prose/flash fiction of 144 words or less, sans title, is “I wandered lonely as a cloud”.

Grandma’s Song

Veva walked along the sandy shore, kicking stones, searching for sea glass. She recalled the days, as a child, where colors would sparkle under the bright sun, illuminating bits of glass smoothed by the crashing waves and sandy bottom. Now though it seemed to be such a rare find. This Veva could not understand, with all the litter in the worlds’ oceans. But still she walked, silently. Watching a gull fly by she thought of a song her grandma used to sing to her on those walks on the beach…

I walked along the sandy shore
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I found my way back to my love

That was all Veva could remember of the words but she could still hear her grandma humming the tune, as if her voice was being carried by the waves back to her childhood days. 

©2022 CBialczak Flashfiction

Winter Be Gone!

Lillian is hosting d’Verse Poet’s Pub writing challenge:

The rules: It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. It can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction; cannot exceed 144 words in total (sans title); must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc); and must include the poetry line given as the prompt, word for word, within the prose.

“I wandered lonely as a cloud”

Resting Heart

Against the cream colored sky
Wafts of white descend
Softly caressing green hills
Swaying in the gentle breeze. 

“I wandered lonely as a cloud”
Slowly gliding along
Across fields of green grass
Prickling my skin.

I look for you in the shadows
Wondering if you are near
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Of love for me, in your eyes.

Winds pick up the scent
Of sweet lilacs
Blowing a delicate scent,
melancholy weighing down the blooms.

Time passes, skys darken
Smiles turn to tears
The sun settles below the branches
Of the pines along the base of the hill.

My mood changes
My eyes look forward, 
Ahead of me
Space as empty as my mind.

Clouds drift across a moon
Glowing in the dark sky
Guiding my strides
In the direction of home.

For me, 
Home is peace,
Peace is love,
My heart rests.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Eyeing the Quadrille #147

From d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

So today for you you are to write a Quadrille, 44 words which have to include the word eye in the main body of the poem,

When you are ready with your poem, please post it to your blog, and then link it up to:

My Eyes

With my own eyes I see a spot
not in my head, oh no it’s not
It’s in my room, above the door
I see it float above my floor.
It floats around, this way and that
Here in 3-D it is not flat!