NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/3/2021

Today, I’d like to challenge you to make a “Personal Universal Deck,” and then to write a poem using it.

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-7/ and here: https://paulenelson.com/workshops/personal-universe-deck/

Sorrow

My mind turns toward sorrow 
on even the sunniest of days 
thinking of the ashes 
in a cremation urn 
but the salt water breaks the spell 
the plants with all their brilliant colors 
connect my mind  
Warm hands caressing my back 
Able to find peace 
falling asleep 
only to wake to the fact 
that eternity is not real 
and fear of the unknown  
can be crippling.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/2/2021

And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-8/

A Different Path

So many paths crossing each other, 
some looping around 
some stopping with a dead end 
the path ahead of me like the path behind me 
is trodden with footsteps 
going in two directions with uncertainty 
Each path may lead to a brighter endpoint, 
but each of those paths 
has routes crisscrossing  
like tendrils across a beating heart 

When I look at my life 
and think of the path 
I wonder if choices 
are like adding in math. 

Do your choices remain 
the same either way 
waiting for you to come back 
some other day.  

My job and my kids 
my family, my friends 
all would be different, 
a new means to the ends. 

Change the arrangement 
of numbers and names 
it might still have happened 
like rules to the games. 

With each new decision there comes a fresh prize 
the prizes awarded would not be here as they are 
if the game of life were to take a different path 
who knows what would or would not be.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021