Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of  something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun! 

Find the rules here: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/29/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2021-daily-prompt-jan-30th/

I often find topics ironically fitting for life’s happenings.

Everyone will have their time

The end of the road is now coming
prepared you may be, or maybe not.
there’s no way to stop it or start it
it puts your life right on the spot
to figure what else you must do here
before it’s your time for farewell
Answer the unanswered questions
for there in your mind they still dwell
think of the things left to do here
and all of the things that you’ve done
don’t cry for the ones who are left there
For you a new beginning’s begun.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl

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It’s a vicious mix of drink 
No justice til you’re done 
Say cheers to those who think 
You’ll never be the one. 

It settles in your gut 
even when you sway and weave 
You climb down off your shelf 
you brush dust off your sleeve. 

It’s a line of chain events 
which tell you who’s the boss 
stuck in a sticky web 
you’re surely meant for loss. 

So you send a friendly wave 
and call to those nearby 
In a month or two 
They won’t remember you didn’t try.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Spark: Ragtag Daily Prompt

To join in go to: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/23/rdp-saturday-spark/

The Spark

When I look at you, I feel it. 

When I think of you, I feel it. 

When I talk to you, I feel it. 

The spark that you ignited  
when you told me you love me 
burns so brightly 
and feels so good.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

#SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 23rd

To participate go to: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/22/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2021-daily-prompt-jan-23rd/

Since I just started a new book online I decided to go to the page I left off on and point to something on the “page”.

It is from the book “A Haunting at Gallagher Hotel” and I pointed to: woman was annoying

That Neighbor

When you see her you turn away 

You can’t let her face wreck your day 

She talks and talks like a senseless goat 

She wears odd shoes and an old wool coat 

She likes to talk about her hair 

And how she can’t breathe smoky air 

She smokes all day its sort of sick 

Quitting that might do the trick 

She tries to take you out to lunch 

Her pickiness gives you a hunch 

The biggest problem with this meal 

Is she only eats food she can’t feel 

She asks for soup without the things 

Like veggies and those pasta rings 

There is no place to go for that 

I think she thinks they’ll make her fat 

And so I see her on her way 

I see her coat and how her hips do sway 

That annoying woman from up the street 

I turn real fast before we have to meet.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

From my desk: 01/21/21

Hello WordPress! I miss my blog, my interactions, my writing. I am in Florida caring for my father and stepmother. Stepmother has not been well. She finished a chemo treatment last week that has left her so very sick. We took her to the hospital today because she was vomiting, dehydrated, and her blood count has been so low. She is there for fluids and a transfusion. My father is so unhappy as he doesn’t remember all the details and is so accustomed to her being with him. For anyone who prays, please say a prayer she gets better.

I miss my daughter and my David! I miss Brody and my guinea pigs. I DON”T miss the cold northern weather! Florida has been “chilly”, only in the 60’s mostly. Better than the 20’s!

I started tutoring. The young man I am tutoring is very kind and nice. You can tell he loves his family. The planning is taking a lot of my time as I haven’t been in the classroom in almost two years and even then I was in high school and my new student is in 6th grade. The one super-wonderful part of this is I have reconnected with an old friend who is an Occupational Therapist, who I worked with many years ago, but will be working with again.

I hope to get back more to my writing. I miss the challenges and the interactions. I miss reading all the other great work of my fellow bloggers. Feel free to tag me in a post if you think it is something I would really enjoy. I feel like I am missing so much!

Thanks for following and for reading. I miss this blogging family but should be back “full-time” soon.

©2021 CBialczak

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2021: WEEK #03

To participate go to A Writer’s Community for details: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2021/01/20/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2021-week-03/

Marvin’s Night Out

“Betsy, I’m heading out to look for Buster.” 

“Marvin, do you have to bother that poor dog every night?” 

“Well, if he isn’t going to learn in one night then I must continue the lesson until he learns.” 

“That is awful, Marvin. The only thing you are doing is traumatizing that poor dog. He isn’t smart enough to learn your lesson without being told what he is supposed to be learning.” 

“Honestly, Betsy. If he can’t tell that when I put my tail up, I am going to spray him again, like the night before and the night before that, then he gets sprayed, end of story.”  

“Whatever Marvin. I just don’t think that poor dog should have to go through your schooling every single night.”  

She has no idea what this guy is like. Droopy ears, slobber down his chin, poop stuck to the fur near his butt…He is gross and needs multiple baths. If his owners don’t start smartening up and trying to explain the reason for my lessons, then they are just as dumb as he is. Leave him be…Ha! How can I when I get so much joy out of the look in his eyes? (199 words)

©2021 CBialczak Fiction Flashfiction

Shadow: The Daily Spur

Check out the Daily Spur for today’s word: https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/01/13/shadow/

Somedays it’s there
somedays it ain’t
Somedays it’s dark black
it looks like dark paint.
No one escapes it
Everyone can try
A shadow is scary
It makes scared people cry.
we don’t know who’s hiding
we don’t know how far
the darkness will get you
but it won’t leave a scar.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Three Line Tales 259

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The trip was going to be a great one complete with people with common interests who desire to challenge themselves.
No one knew they would be carrying the bikes rather than riding them.
This was one of the best tests the group could have imagined and felt proud knowing that they would conquer the obstacle and endure.

©2021 CBialczak 3 Line Tale

Wordle #222

Check out Mindlovemiserysmenagerie for the details: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/11/wordle-222/

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Haughty

Branches

Procellous- stormy, as the sea

Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length

Touch

Stumble

Throat

Wild Strawberries

Heavy

Fray

Kimono

Seconds

Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.

Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.

Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!

©2021 CBialczak Fiction