tears fall silently
invisible scars open
still vulnerable
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
tears fall silently
invisible scars open
still vulnerable
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Pain burns vastly broad
Deep wounds recapitulate
Life continues on
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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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 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!😅
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Drowning
Reaching up
Looking for air
Needing help to survive
Wondering what is going on
Hoping for someone’s hand
Waving to live
Stretching far
Life
Drowning
Searching everywhere
Where is love?
Trying to find honesty
Wondering where life will lead
Keeping hope alive
Staying positive
Life
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Invariably direct, the enemy proceeds
In tempo with the steps, measured-out stride speeds
A classic kind of surge, movement towards the top
Flushing out the meager, not willing them to stop
Remunerated gifts get handed to the crowd
Surreal sounds arise, cheers becoming loud
A melancholy lull comes down to stunt the noise
Little girls and boys stay quiet with their toys
Time has come to leave, some people are content
A historical milestone, a memorable event
This prompt is from Go Dog Go Cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2022/07/26/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-july-26-2022/
Todays prompt: Write a poem using the words theater, children, and perspective
In my abstract perspective
I strive for something more
than children in their costumes
showing up at my front door
Its like a little theater
the street it is the stage
But some of those big actors
have surpassed the acting age.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
On a luminous night three days from now
The spirits will come, they might even growl
Myths are beyond doubt , I’m certain to say
things that I wish for, I hum and I pray
But shortages happen, discounts are lost
I’m glum without coupons, how much things cost
Like birds on a mission in regional fields
Without worms a-squirming, dirt without yields
My heart is so willowy, hope’s trickling away
So i’ll drag my bones out on some other day.
I’ll run to the supermarket open til nine
And buy what I need and then I’ll be fine.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
The Cat in the Hat set off to the house
of the boy and the girl, to give them a rouse
He brought with him toys and three other things
Like books and balloons and tossable rings.
Humidity was high on the warm summer day
and he didn’t think they’d go outside to play
instead they would stay at home in the dark
reading good stories and a bath with a shark.
He’d sit with them quiet and not read them junk
Kids like his friends didn’t want books that stunk.
No audience needed for the Cat in the Hat
He knew about fame and what went with that
Instead he chose quiet with friends like the kids
And stayed until bedtime, when both kids closed their lids.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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Today’s Quadrille prompt word is celebrate. Use the word, or some form of the word, such as celebrated, celebration, etc. in your poem today.
Today we get the chance
So we should celebrate life
Get up and let’s see you dance
Dispel all your strife
See where you want to go
This isn’t some kind of test
Live and love all you want
Trying to be your best.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
There was a little imp who liked to talk of food
a furtive little man, thought his was really good
an impetuous fellow who recollects his fave
employing all his wits for temptation he did cave
a bloviated rant loudly speaking of wet stuff
like a train whistle coming through a fog of smoky stuff
he dries his little face as he thinks about his past
knowing that he’d have to cook to make his boasting last.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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