So far away

From the depths of my soul
my heart aches
and I long to hear your voice
if only one more time
so that I can find comfort
knowing you are always with me
even though you are so far away
and I will never see you again.

From deep in my core
I try to imagine how you would be
if you were still here
with me
as was first intended
before God changed his plan
and took you away.

This wound will never heal
This hole will never be filled
This void will never be solid

I am unable to heal
I am unable to feel whole
I am unable to be complete.

God help me understand
why a mother’s heart must break
with no means of repair
and no chance of regaining
what has been lost.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/19/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. 

The General Public

Sitting next to someone 
as any person knows 
can be so annoying 
no matter how it goes 
 
You can hear them chewing 
even when you’re not 
And you can hear them sniffle 
Was that really snot? 
 
Then out again you go 
to shop until you drop 
and see all the people 
The madness has to stop 
 
Nothing here smells good 
and crowds all look crappy 
all the moms are screaming 
and no kids are happy. 
 
The family up in  front 
decides they need to talk 
when all of a sudden 
they decide not to walk. 
 
So now you are so close 
you can hear what they say 
you really couldn’t care 
about the food they ate that day. 
 
And so you move around 
to get past this whole pack 
Only now you went too far 
and now you go right back. 
 
You decide you must leave 
You’re done shopping at this store 
You need a store that sells  
plants and wood galore. 
 
You find the perfect section 
that has only stuff you need 
but every aisle’s blocked off 
So now you’re getting peeved. 
 
How are you supposed to 
get a bulb from their lane four 
when all the ends of aisles 
are roped off from the floor? 
 
Go try to find a person 
who might be able to assist 
You can’t find even one of them 
You want to scream but you resist. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/18/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s  table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature. Will you choose “the poem squash?” or perhaps “grocery weeping” or “the blue socks”? If none of the 60 rather wonderful chapter titles here inspire you, perhaps a chapter title from a favorite book would do? 

My Hippo Girl: Chapter 9 “Naming Wild Hippo”

Do you see my hippo girl?
She’s really smart and sweet
I have to find a name before
miss hippo and I do meet.

I look at hippo’s body,
her teeth inside her jaws
Do people call those toenails
or do they call them claws?

Her eyes rest upon her head
and peek out of the sea
Is she looking for something
or looking just for me?

She isn’t really ugly
nor is she kind of cute
Will she be a noisy one
or will she be quite mute?

I guess I have to wait then
until I know her well
She’s not the smallest creature
as anyone can tell.

So I will wait to know her
and name her when I do
For now she is a stranger
and I really have no clue.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/16/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme.

Broken Date

Once upon a time 
there was a violent crime 
where someone stole a lime 
and threw it at a mime 
It happened in the street 
right there at my feet 
With a guy I meant to meet 
for dinner and a treat 
but before when the cops came 
they thought I was to blame 
It made me feel such shame 
to give them my real name 
so now I sit alone 
no one blowing up my phone 
I can hear my tummy groan 
My dinner date was blown. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt


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Magic 9: Poetic Forms

The Magic 9 poetic form is a great example of how a simple form can be created from a mistake and how some of the simplest forms are also the most fun to write.

Mother’s Heart

Thinking all day of writing line by line  

With thoughts of loss fueled by sorrow  

To act as though it is all fine  

To mask the tears that fall  

The feelings of angst never benign  

Forever etched into the memory  

With no relieve but tears that are mine  

Is there a mended heart here to borrow? 

Waiting for God and a message he leaves as a sign. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NPM 21

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/15/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

Today’s prompt comes to us from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

Mother, turn the television up
that is how high it can go?
I hear the scratch of the nail
on the callused skin, not scratching for purpose
just a simple response
to sitting legs to the side, crossed ankles
paying attention to the movement
of the toe against the sole
except forty years later
watching television, turn the volume down
what is that scratching?
My foot does not need it
but my nail finds skin with a small callus
to make a scratching noise
like a memory

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/12/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. A hat tip to Cathy Park Hong for a tweet that pointed me to the science fiction dictionary and to Hoa Nguyen for introducing me to the Classical Dictionary.

dionysias
congoer

Upon the wall the congoer stands
waiting to jump in the dionysias
looking for a coin
to purchase a text
upon entering the large auditorium

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

Three things Challenge #566

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge. https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/04/12/three-things-challenge-566/

Your three things today are:

ABIDE
INCH
LEAF

To abide by the rules
is an important point
Like a leaf from a plant
in the fall.
Should that leaf decide to
stay intact when it ought
to fall
Then fall in Spring
The essence of nature
peters within an inch of
it’s normal existence
making people wonder
what is next.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry