#writephoto: crescent

Darkness

Ode to the tree that stands high on the hill 
holding the moon in its branches. 
Ode to the clouds that float right by the tree  
holding the moon in the sky. 
Ode to the setting sun that sets in the west 
holding a bit of sunlight for the moon. 

Layers of darkness 
Life moves slowly around us 
Sharing the sun’s light 

Darkness only hides the beauty from our eyes.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for: https://scvincent.com/2020/08/20/thursday-photo-prompt-crescent-writephoto/

Impact: Weekend Writing Prompt #171

How sweet is it when what you want to say ends up being the perfect word count???

Show your love

Whatever you do when you go home tonight 

Kiss all your lovees and tell them sleep tight. 

One day may come when they are no longer there 

Now is the time to tell them you  care. 

Take heed of my words ‘cause I know what I say 

The love of your life can be taken away. 

Open yourself up 
Together you will  survive 
More so than alone 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Haibun Birthday

Written for dverse poets pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/03/haibun-monday-birthday/

The Day

The day has come to celebrate the one day that you can call your own, in some way. There will be thousands of others, perhaps millions that also share your day, but it is still your day. Pay tribute to your life. 

You live only once 
Your life matters more today 
This earth is now yours 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Shrouded by sadness

Even though the sun still shines and I have love all around me
There is a cloud that will not go away with the wind
will not disappear after the rain
And always blocks part of the sun
But he is with his father and will always be in my heart.

Walking through my days
Living for my present life
Sadness that won’t end

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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Today is July 1st which will eventually lead to July 16th and one year that my son died.

On my trip down to Florida I stopped at a gas station. At the pumps next to me were two guys on motorcycles. One was on a Harley, one a street bike, like my son’s. I don’t know what made me think of doing it but before I got back in my car I said, “Hey, Be careful. Drivers don’t watch out for motorcycles.” That was it. I just felt like I had to say that at that moment.

On my trip back from Florida a guy on a street bike was riding in front of me. He changed lanes and then ended up behind me. He was there for quite a few minutes. He then switched lanes again and passed me. I saw him ride off into the distance through my tears.

I am so grateful for the people who love me and those who help move that cloud a little to the side each day.