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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a sign in the foreground with the words ‘Den Building’ on it. In the background is a den made of leaves and branches.

Hiding in a den
Hidden from the light
Eyes glow in the darkness
Giving us a fright
No sounds but little ticking
from clocks around our wrists
Looking for an exit
our minds and fears entwist
light slowly encroaches
diminishing our fears
Sounds of puppy panting
is music to our ears.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Throwback Thursday #36 – Gone But Not Forgotten

Lauren is the host: https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/2022/04/28/throwback-thursday-36-gone-but-not-forgotten/

This week’s prompt is: Things I Don’t Miss

Wow, this is a tricky one! One thing for sure is worrying about my kids so much. I know, we always worry but first, now I only have my daughter to worry about, and second, she is a good person and I just always hope and pray she makes good decisions. It’s a different kind of worry though when they are older.

I don’t miss having a curfew! I remember me and my best friend had it timed to the minute so that we got home in time. I remember the one time we told my mom we were running out for a little while. Well, a little while ended up being until about 3 am! My mom was waiting for us, afraid something had happened to us and mad. My best friend ran past her and up the stairs, launching herself toward the toilet to throw up. The next morning my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and Kristen went to my mother, knelt in front of her with her hands clasped. “Wanda, please forgive me! I’m so sorry about last night!” Well, who couldn’t forgive that! Hahaha!

I don’t miss my clothes and my hair and my skin smelling like cigarettes when smoking was still allowed in bars. I smoked and I still hated that stale smell that you’d wake up to if you were too “tired” to take a shower before bed. Yuck!

Okay, now that I opened that flood gate, I could go on and on…..I will spare all the readers! Thanks for the memories!

Story Challenge in 99-words

This is hosted by The Carrot Ranch Literary Community: https://carrotranch.com/2022/04/25/april-25-story-challenge-in-99-words/

I held my breath at the sight of it. Those balloons! It brought me back to being a little girl, holding dad’s hand as he yelled, “Up, up and away!” as the beautiful balloons cut their tethers and lifted off the ground with fire blazing. The festival was our tradition, my dad and me, we went every year as far back as I can even remember. We should have gone up at least once, I think. At least I have the memories and know that he is floating somewhere watching me now. “Hey Dad, which balloon is your favorite?” 

Bookended

nope, not pam

This poem was written based on the following prompts

What Do You See #131

Simply 6 Minutes

Fandango’s Story Starter #43

He felt particularly cynical when it came to their love of books. They believed in the magic they read, that reality could be changed with the turn of a page, they were about to learn some harsh truths. Winter would soon be upon them, and if these girls believed that books would keep them warm, would feed them, would prevent illness from striking, they were in for a grave surprise.

Angrily he strode towards the pair, snatching the book from their hands, ignoring their protests as he hurried into the back room and hid the book, beneath the woollen fleece they would weave over the long winter to keep them warm. There would be no more reading, it was time to learn to survive.

Two days later he retreated…

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A Perfect Partner

The Ramblings of E.M. Kingston

Image Credit: Kids World Fun

The clouds above and the grass below

Bring them to a happy space

That she has now grown

“Dance with me, Darling!”

He speaks into the breeze

The dance begins graceful

Even if her heart doesn’t beat

Her arms do not move

Her waist does not twist

He does not care

That her body is twigs

Out he goes, with a spin and returns

The best dance partner

That smells of the sun

She doesn’t speak, nor does she sway

Nothing in the world can ruin his day today

She’s the perfect girl

Chose just for him

When the planting was done

He called her “his gem”

For beauty is all he could see in her “eyes”

A hummingbird dances and devours any flies

She waits for him and holds his hands tight

She will still be there through morning and night…


© E.M. Kingston…

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A Perfect Partner

The Ramblings of E.M. Kingston

Image Credit: Kids World Fun

The clouds above and the grass below

Bring them to a happy space

That she has now grown

“Dance with me, Darling!”

He speaks into the breeze

The dance begins graceful

Even if her heart doesn’t beat

Her arms do not move

Her waist does not twist

He does not care

That her body is twigs

Out he goes, with a spin and returns

The best dance partner

That smells of the sun

She doesn’t speak, nor does she sway

Nothing in the world can ruin his day today

She’s the perfect girl

Chose just for him

When the planting was done

He called her “his gem”

For beauty is all he could see in her “eyes”

A hummingbird dances and devours any flies

She waits for him and holds his hands tight

She will still be there through morning and night…


© E.M. Kingston…

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