Embrace Each Day

Each day unlike the one before
with new views
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
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
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
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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Does this sound like you?

Sometimes the words just come, sometimes with feelings, sometimes with memories. Poetry heals the heart and mind. ❤️

It is times like these I bow my head
My spirit is bruised, my mood like lead
I cannot recall the last time I felt
the happiness here or felt my heart melt
I’m without the words since I have no strength
to argue again or hear sorries at length
It may be all me, I’m willing to say
But regardless I’m having a crappy day.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Little Notes to You (even though you’re gone).

I have wanted to write to you every day
but the sadness and tears have kept me away
I think of it often and say that I’ll try
But each day goes on, each day goes by

I think of the words I’d write in my note
about all of the things said and things that you wrote
I’d write about things that we did in the past
But my sadness and sorrow swallow it up really fast

I hear of the people who lost their loved one
and it seems like these practices all have been done
Things meant to keep all the memories near and alive
Things meant to be said if only you had survived

And so I sit here in tears with my pen and my pad
Thinking of all the good times that we already had
Trying to know that what’s happened is done
Trying to keep going even now that you’re gone.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 8, 2022

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “back of the fridge.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “back of the fridge.” Enjoy!

The Back of the Fridge

The back of the fridge is the scariest place
there’s so much to see, but there’s so little space
Things move and mingle when they shouldn’t survive
Little things begin while the big growings thrive
Theres all different colors as everyone knows
’cause the back of the fridge is where everything grows.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

You know it is strange because Stream of Consciousness seems like it should be a thought or a story but my mind automatically goes to a rhyming poem. The story of my life somehow? I don’t know what to make of it!😅