Task: Write in any form, using the photo as inspiration for you piece.
Walking to the flames
As I walk toward the flames
I remember the names
Of the people I know
And the places I go.
I think of the words that some people say
To make it a good or a really bad day.
Do I listen to them with their negative views?
Do I compare them to politics seen on the news?
It is all in my hand
Which way I will stand
To see my way through
A day without you.
School is over, school is done
let’s go home and have some fun.
Let’s play catch and let’s play tag
We’ll lose the rag in Capture the Flag.
When we are called to come on in
We’ll say tomorrow how we’ll begin
to play again when we get out
of school, we have to go no doubt.
Autumn Polyptoton Poem
The leaves crackle as I walk down the walkway
Watching for small creatures to appear from under the leaves.
Mist covers my shoulders as the wind wisps through the path.
No sound other than the crunch of my feet
Crushing more leaves, leaving only fragments of summer behind.
The warmth of sunlight
sweetly caressing my skin
reminds me of love.
The Challenge Words!: Smoke and Water
Water ebbs along
the charred and brittle ember
making smoke and steam.
This week, I’d like you to quench our thirst for poems by playing with the word quiver.
I quiver and shake at the sound of the bike
as he pedals along next to me.
I don’t know his name nor do I like
the things that he says I will be.
I pedal my trike and just set my soul free.
Written for the Three Things Challenge for October 20, 2109 from Pensitivity 101: self, assaulted, hedgerow.
Sitting along the hedgerow
I wonder where to go
Can I still belong here?
Can the wind still blow?
My mind drifts off to somewhere new
Assaulted by the sound.
The grasses green and flowers red
Insects and birds abound.
Sitting along the hedgerow
I know my time is now.
My present self is ready
to stand and take a bow.
Stand with me too
for you are part of all there is to be.
For life is like a labyrinth
A maze for you and me.
Your final three things for the week are: personality, pimple, lead
There was a little fat man who laid upon his bed. He had a giant wrinkle and a pimple on his head.
He didn’t know what fun was, he always lacked in speed. He’d never won a race in life, he never took the lead.
One day he was so certain that he found a wife to love. He gave her all his money, a purple hat and glove.
Her personality was peaceful, her grace beyond divine. He knew one day he’d say to her, “I want you, be all mine.”
She’d say yes sir, I will, I do, I cannot live without. I love you too, we get along, a wedding without doubt.
He’d love that girl until he died, he’d never want to stray. She’d stay with him, as his wife, she’d never go away.
The little man he stayed real fat, his cake he loved to eat. The girl she loved to think about the day that they did meet.
Leaves fall as wind blows
Like the death of a loved one
Never to come back
by Christine Bialczak
This Haiku poem is in response to “Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 16th 2019, leaves are falling”
Play in your dreams tonight
or so you suggest
to those who are willing to
try the impossible
of sleep with a dream.
What of the nightmares that
so possess my mind
that fight with my world
to show that I am not
fighting for a job
or trying to wait on that last table.
What about the memories
that only come in sleep
to make the days
even worse than those before,
to darken the morning hours before dawn.
The dreams for all are not
majestic nor to desire.
They are for the darker side
of your mind
always coming out
even when not invited.