Ode to Tragedy

A deeper abyss resides
keeping down the fragile
despite the cheering
and urging of others
tragedy, sorrow, grief
pushing
pulling
crushing
until the darkness
is all around
and there is no longer
a way out

this is all a lie
an excuse
a sad response
sucking in the sick
grasping at straws
excusing the madness
enveloping
dragging
kicking
telling us
to keep fighting
for light

©2023 CBialczak

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 22, 2023

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “scene.” Use it any way you like. Have fun! https://lindaghill.com/2023/04/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-22-2023/

I usually don’t write religious things, not for any reason either way, but as I wrote this it worked well.

Prayers

Step away
and look real hard
the scene’s been set
They’ve dealt the card
There is no way
of turning back
You have no choice
you’re on this track
So hang on tight
and clasp your hands
your prayers are said
God understands

©2023 CBialczak

Step out of the sand

What do you do
when the world feels awry
and all that’s amiss
continues to grow
Where issues that seem
to not exist in your world
Suddenly flood
your existence?
Thoughts come like
an avalanche to disrupt
the quietude of life
So much more
could be so much
worse
yet it is your world
and when is it okay
to sit back
and feel badly
for yourself
without it being
self-pity?
Is hopelessness
the same as
giving up?
Where do we
draw the line
in this giant sandbox
called life
where each grain
contains pleasure
or pain, sometimes disappearing
to the bottom of the pile,
not big enough to hold on to
not bright enough to see shining
only sharp enough to
rip our lives
into too many
pieces to handle.

©2023 CBialczak


PROMPT #423 – HOW TO __________

So this week we look to you to provide poetic information on how to do something. https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/prompt-423-how-to-__________/

Take a big bowl and a very large spoon
don’t think about dinner, its never too soon
Open the lid and see how much’s left
If there’s not much you just might think theft
‘Cause nothing comes close at times just like this
Ice cream needs eating, not a day should you miss.
Scoop out a lot and fill up your bowl
No matter the flavor, it touches the soul.

©2023 CBialczak

MM Music Challenge

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The challenge today is to focus on this song and use it for a short story, a piece of flash fiction, or a poem that you can share with the WordPress writing community. 

See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do

Adele said that the phrase “Rolling In The Deep” is a kind of slang in the UK called ‘roll deep’, which means to have someone, always have someone that has your back, and you’re never on your own, if you’re ever in trouble you’ve always got someone who’s going to come and help you fight it or whatever like that.

See how I leave when I say goodbye
with every piece of you I quietly cry
Don’t underestimate how much I feel
or the things I will do until you appeal
I do want you back, more than I should
But things have been done and I should feel good.

©2023 CBialczak

Embrace Each Day

Each day unlike the one before
with new views
feelings
not so new
fear that sadness will engulf
the soul that is here
The heart can feel the emotion
pain that exists
along with the joy and love
of a new day, a new partnership
where sorrow is not forgotten
just put aside
to make room for the good
positive things in life
are just as good
as what is lost over time
Embrace the new
while cherishing the old
no other options exist
Time is valuable
memories are timeless
and hold their own place
in the mind, the heart, and the soul.

@2023 CBialczak

And so one must wait…

An emptiness exists
that all the love in the world
cannot fill
but the heart and the head
do not work together
for it they did
the emptiness
would disappear.

A place exists
where wonder blows
around and around
where the mind
cannot see what
the heart feels
and the mind cannot
make sense
of the chaos.

Will there be an even plane
where the heart and the head
may meet
and decide
who is right and
who is wrong?
Will that empty space grow smaller
and smaller
until it is less than
a pin prick
in tightly woven fabric
that otherwise
won’t let anything through?

Does the mind know
what the heart is feeling?
Why does the longing
remain
despite the hurt
and the lack of respect
that are owed
to another human being?

Someday there will be
a truth that must come
and then there will be
silence
and peace
because no other reminders
will ever be placed
upon that gaping hole
in the soul.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

To My Love

With each passing day
you wait patiently
honoring my memories
trusting my feelings
believing in us.
With each passing day
you express to me
your feelings
and have no expectations
but believe in us.
With each passing day
I worry about what is to come
I worry about who will be here
I worry that love
might not be enough
but you always
believe in us.
With each passing day
I am learning to trust
your love
my love for you
our love together
that it is enough
to get us through
forever
I am learning to
believe in us
as deeply as you
believe in us.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday Inspiration #188 Pump It Up

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The themes are heaven and Pump It Up

Watch for me

If I could wish for just one thing
it’d be for a large balloon
I’d use my strength to pump it up
and get to you real soon.

Someone told me just today
that there is just one path
to Heaven as our God proclaims
eliminates all wrath.

And so I take my big balloon
and bounce and hop real high
’cause I know you’re in heaven now
and I can reach the sky

So watch for me if you can
through sunlight and some clouds
and I’ll be shouting out your name
I’ll make sure I scream real loud!

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #257

once upon a time in a land far away
there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay
They walked all day and night to find something to do
They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.

Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow
The temperature was dropping and it began to snow
They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry
When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry

He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold
He said his back was aching, that he was getting old
He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head
but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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