One-Liner Wednesday, June 24th

I totally messed this up! I made a poem not a one-liner! Oops!

Written for Linda G. Hill:

: The cute colored butterfly on the grass

My story

If I could be a butterfly 
I’d like to be the same 
as one with all  the colors 
I do not know it’s name. 

I wonder where I’d go 
to find myself a home 
Maybe in a garden 
with fairies and a gnome. 

But now I am a worm 
who looks just like a creep 
I think I’m feeling tired 
it’s time to get some sleep.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The daily spur

Today’s word is Shadows
Written for The Daily Spur:

My shadow

When I walk down the street 

She goes out with me too 

I cannot seem to go alone 

No matter what I do. 

When I wear red 

She insists on wearing black 

When I ask her to change 

She won’t cut me the slack. 

I don’t know where to turn 

Because she’s always there 

You think that we would fight 

She must think there’s no care. 

I have to try and talk 

To her before I leave 

Because I just want a break 

With no one on my sleeve.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The window to walancha

June writing prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt:

I couldn’t fine “Walancha” on the internet but I did find Walachia: Walachia was bounded on the north and northeast by the Transylvanian Alps, on the west, south, and east by the Danube River, and on the northeast by the Seret River.

Ode to walachia

When the Turks wanted fruit 

Walachia was given the boot 

But then the Turks found out 

What Walachia was all about. 

They were their own dynasty 

They left us their legacy 

And Transylvania is proud 

To Walachia, they have bowed.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Well said….

If you don’t like wearing a mask, you won’t like wearing a ventilator!

Doctor talking on CNN