I suppose I am loved…
I suppose I am admired…
I suppose I am these things and more…
Suppose who you are
A speck in the world around
A contribution
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
I suppose I am loved…
I suppose I am admired…
I suppose I am these things and more…
Suppose who you are
A speck in the world around
A contribution
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Patience of a Dead Man by Michael Clark is a 20th century ghost story set in rural New Hampshire. When Holly sells Tim a run-down fixer upper, neither of them has any reason to question the inexpensive property, eventually learning more than a fair share of the local history.
Fresh out of a nasty divorce Tim needs to start over, but after losing just about everything to his ex-wife, he must find a way to do it quick and to do it cheap. The plot starts quickly and moves swiftly, engaging the reader from the first page. The mystery surrounding Tim’s new home quickly unravels and as soon as you think you have it all figured out, Clark introduces another thread to the plot. This is a tale with many twists and turns as the characters dig deeper and deeper, until you are dying to get to the last page.
I give this book 4.5 out of 5 stars, for a compelling, mysterious ghost story that keeps you hooked from the start. The characters are relatable and convincing; it might make you start questioning your own beliefs. If you believe in ghosts this may be a five-star read, yet it is worth reading even for the hard skeptics. Â
©2020 CBialczak Book Review
This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/15/poetics-9-across-for-a-count-down/
It seems as though you are still summerÂ
Even with the sun laying lowÂ
when the crisp air is blowingÂ
and the leaves start to turnÂ
but a warm breeze blowsÂ
to remind usÂ
that summerÂ
is notÂ
gone.Â
2. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September“
Broken shadows across the cracked groundÂ
A hawk flies to find its next mealÂ
The ground holds the warmth for usÂ
Keeping warm means holdingÂ
Hold one anotherÂ
And don’t let goÂ
Shadows Â
move.Â
3. For prompt #1 – Dorothy Lawrenson “September“
Summer breezes cease to blow and thisÂ
Is the end of the golden sun’s warmthÂ
Leaving a slight chill in the airÂ
Too warm for staying inÂ
Exchanging flip flops for sneakersÂ
Its laces stiff from last year’s runÂ
Gold hues settle along the horizonÂ
For all we know we are still amazedÂ
Brass shines brightly in the sun.Â
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Thanks to Jim for his contribution to Simply 6 Minutes!
Sam said, “This is pissing me off, as this is the third time that I had to come out here on the production floor to see what is causing the jam to the feeder. The product isn’t making it to the vibratory feeder because the agitator keeps breaking down. Hand me that flat blade screw driver and I will need that ratchet to remove the retaining plate.” George handed Sam the tools that he asked for and he said, “What do you see down there?” Sam said, “It looks like the agitator solenoid may be broken, see if you can get the engineer out her to diagnose this, as I have done all that I can do.” George said, “What should I tell him?” Sam replied, “Tell him that the foot bone is connected to the ankle bone, no just go get him.”
Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity…
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