Who had the beautiful tree drawing?

I can’t recall and I cannot find that beautiful drawing of the tree with all the roots. If you had it can you pass it to me again. It was so beautiful and I want to try some of the techniques.

Thank you ahead of time!

Wordle #205

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/07/wordle-205-2/

Vituperate- to use or address with harsh or abusive language; revile.

Their Love

I’m not really sure how it worked out but the words seemed to be in an order that worked for me.

It is a playful addiction 

One without time to lull 

Not given a clue 

Knowing nothing at all 

Just look at his swagger 

Watch her carve through the air 

It’s like she vituperates 

Without any care 

The distance they travel 

Unable to pinpoint a stop 

Gives them pure pleasure  

When they just want to drop 

The honey they find 

Is only playful, kind words 

They unravel their love 

Like the nest of a bird 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tale Weaver – #292 – Clean Up – 10th September

For Michael: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/10/tale-weaver-292-clean-up-10th-september/

I’m taking a writing course “Writing for Children” and one of my assignments at the beginning was to write a 500-word descriptive piece about a childhood memory. I wrote about how my sister and I used to explore through my grandma’s woods and find old trash piles. This photo reminded me of it. Here is an excerpt…

Childhood Memory

. . . The trail wound down the small forested hill showing which direction we needed to go. In some places the trail became a few inches wider, but most of the time we had only enough room for one foot. We clambered on, one foot in front of the other and followed the path down until it disappeared around a corner of dirt and stone. We crept to the edge of the path’s end before it turned and led in a new direction. Here, we stopped in our tracks. As we turned, our eyes seemed to arrive before our minds as we looked down at the treasure trove of garbage, with its mountain of old appliances hovering over endless treasures and special finds. To some, this was a dumping area, but to my sister and me it was a land to explore and maybe find a valuable someone accidentally left behind.  

©2020 CBialczak


For: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/09/10/fowc-with-fandango-obnoxious/

Since I am on a One-Word Poem kick, here goes….
Well, first let me “thank” Fandango for such an obnoxiously difficult word!
This poem makes nearly no sense at all, but given the limited words and letters it is all I could come up with!

My Bio

I don’t want to be a snob  
my boss is so obnoxious  
He wants me to cry and sob  
When he tells me “take a bus”  
I know that very soon  
I will see in the sun  
The heat’s a helpful boon  
I learned that from my son.  
So get out of that box  
And hold the little nub  
Of horn right on that ox  
Instead of reins, this sub. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

A New Kind of Miniature!

I love anything miniature!
I love building my miniature houses
I love little things…

I made this for my father. He has dementia but can remember back in the day when he had a huge garden, with all the different vegetables.

Do you have someone who loves growing vegetables, wants their own veggie stand, or would rather move fake veggies around than real ones?….let me know….
I would love to make veggie miniatures.