Wine: Poetry Compilation May 2, 2022

Wine

Can anybody juxtapose
the difference between
a flush of cheeks or blush of wine
or what they really mean?
The crimson that is found in wine
is caustic to the fruit
The winery can tell you how
it isn’t easy to compute
But diligently waiting
I listen to the man
like a mushroom on a rotted stump
where the sunlight doesn’t span
I find out what it’s made of
this wine I drink so fast
I barely even notice
how much time has really passed.
I rise up to my feet and say
thank you for the wine
And thank you for the lesson
My time with you was fine.

©CBialczak Poetry

What do you see?

Sadje is the host: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/05/02/what-do-you-see-132-may-2nd-2022/

A Man

You only see my color
not my insides, not my brain
I pray that you will listen
but my praying is in vain
I’m worth more than you give me
I’m worth more than you get
I’m just another person
How could you forget?
When God put me before him
I was a person with a heart
But now that he’s not here
I’ve had to find a place to start
For God is with us always
And it was in his plan
To make us all remember
It’s not the color, it’s the man.

©2022 CBialczak

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Find it here

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an elderly lady with a look of concentration on her face. Her arms are stretched out in front of her and she’s holding a camera in her hands attempting to take a photo with it.

Come on you nincompoop, I said to smile. What the heck is wrong with you? Your lips turn to stone?

Bethel, will you give me a minute to think here.

What the heck is there to think about? You turn your lips up and voila you have a smile. Now hold still so I can get this picture.

Bethel, you don’t understand me.

Aw, that’s all you ever say. Bethel, you don’t understand me. Bethel, you don’t listen to me. Bethel, you don’t cook my favorite foods…

Okay, okay. Here, how is this? (Bernard turns and pulls down his pants to show her a full moon)

Dirty old man is what you are! Now turn around and smile!

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 551

Brenda hosts The Sunday Whirl

pet eternity box trail flash detective check relish planets embellish moon tip

Dreamscape

My mind is flying high as I somersault through space
Looking for eternity, I dash then my slow pace
The planets soar right past me on my way straight to the moon
Knowing of my mission, the end can’t come too soon.
I embellish all my plans with a box that I can check
To see if I am happy, I feel just like a wreck
With my faithful pet beside me, relishing my speed
We leave a trail of silver lightening, a flashbulb is my lead
I act like a detective with a mission to complete
Tips and tricks abound as I rise up to my feet
I see the bed before me and know I was asleep
But the dreams I had regarded remain there, buried deep.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry