Whirligig 340

Welcome to The Whirligig, a place for you and your muse to find inspiration. Each Wednesday I will post 12 words with which you may create a poem, a short story, or some other piece of writing. Use the words in any form, as many (or as few) of them as you wish.https://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2021/10/whirligig-340.html

You will be able to link your writing to this site anytime, for the link never expires.

If you’d like to contribute 12 words, please e-mail them to: magicalmysticalteacher@gmail.com


THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Song Sparrow” by Bruce Willard: sound, before, decades, porch, sparrow, summer, held, hand, bent, fingers, feathers, bone

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The Sparrow

I heard the sound before the sight
A sparrow singing taking flight
Held in time and lost in space
Living slow in summer’s pace

For decades more and years ahead
Holding hands, from porch to bed
With fingers bent and bones amiss
Feathers soft as a lover’s kiss

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Three Things Challenge #754

Below are three things that may, or may not, be related. Simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you. https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/10/17/three-things-challenge-754/

Your three things today are:
PRIME
FAN
SUGAR

Out for a dinner
red wine is a start
not a fan of red meat
not good for my heart
leaving out the Prime Rib
and opting for some fish
leaving room for sugar
in an big ice-creamy dish.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #523

Brenda Warren is our host for the Sunday Whirl. You can join in here

Finding Gold

Going to the beaches
With murder on my mind
A mission that I need to keep
I need to watch the time

The boat comes by and sees me
Its speedy and its sleek
Taking corners tightly
Never seeming weak

Taking up my weapon
No space for a mistake
In the air I feel a presence
Nothing found for heaven’s sake

Drawing up my  dragger
No fear left in my gut
Looking for the piece of gold
Well hidden and well put. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Song Lyric Sunday: Let Me Make It to the Telephone

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the theme is Communication, Information, News, Telephone suggested by Di of pensitivity101

This is the first song that came to me this week. Such a great song! Thanks Jim for hosting and Di for the idea!

Operator
Oh, could you help me place this call?
You see the number on the matchbook
Is old and faded

She’s livin’ in L. A
With my best old ex-friend Ray

A guy she said she knew well
And sometimes hated

Isn’t that the way they say it goes?
But let’s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell ’em
I’m fine and to show I’ve overcome the blow
I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn’t real
But that’s not the way it feels

Operator
Oh. Could you help me place this call?
‘Cause I can’t read the number
That you just gave me

There’s something in my eyes
You know it happens every time
I think about the love
That I thought would save me

Isn’t that the way they say it goes?
But let’s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell ’em
I’m fine and to show I’ve overcome the blow
I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn’t real
But that’s not the way it feels

No, no, no, no
That’s not the way it feels

Operator
Oh, let’s forget about this call
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time
Oh, you’ve been so much more than kind
You can keep the dime

Isn’t that the way they say it goes?
But let’s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell ’em
I’m fine and to show I’ve overcome the blow
I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn’t real
But that’s not the way it feels
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