The Little Things: Compilation 07/20/2022

Like a fractal deposit along the creek bed
an astounding accomplishment poignantly said
Sunset in a cup, so light and refreshing
Keeping all your close friends silently guessing
where have you been and where are you going
You’ll slip out the back with nobody knowing
The sound of a tin cup rattling with change
Time suddenly frozen, no need to arrange
A shipment sent back from an unlisted number
your hot mind relaxes and then you may slumber.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Theatre: Compilation May 18, 2022

I must elude to the fact
that theatre’s not taboo
the dirty, filthy basement seen
is not that dank, it’s true
the smattering of cobwebs
allure the wary eye
to trash dumped messily about
and the buzzing of a fly
To regain thoughts on where you are
and shift your astonished gaze
you excavate your cluttered mind
and think of all the ways
that cellars are collocated
with darkness and with dirt
but the stage is still a fantasy
a primitive concert

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Hazy – January 25, 2022

https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-hazy-january-25-2022/

Like a fog that won’t lift
on a mind that won’t clear
a haze in your brain
a thick mass that you fear.

It will make your judgement
be skewed out of whack
but sometime your senses
will quickly come back.

Until you are clear
remember the ones that you love
for you are the only one
besides God up above.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry