FOWC with Fandango — Idiom

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An idiom is a phrase, saying, or a group of words with a metaphorical (not literal) meaning, which has become accepted in common usage. An idiom’s symbolic sense is quite different from the literal meaning or definition of the words of which it is made.

Okay, I’m not going to beat around the bush here. I’m going to bite the bullet and just write. I know most of my blog followers won’t cut me any slack so I want to make it good.

What you might say
when he saunters your way
and your skin starts to crawl
and you wish you were small
enough to just shrink
but you’ve no time to think.

Well, I’m going to call it a night. I didn’t try to cut any corners even though I am a little under the weather, so I take this weight off my shoulders and say “goodnight”!

Burn: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Find the prompt here: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/06/18/rdp-friday-burn/

When the sun goes down
and the lights turn on
When the fog rolls in
and it settles upon
the surface we live on
the place where we grow
the place we will wither
and burn and then go
where it will be the time
to turn fast and run
for your life will be over
and your existence is done.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Anonymous: FOWC with Fandango

FInd the prompt here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/18/fowc-with-fandango-anonymous/

Why stay anonymous in a world of technology? Everything we do on any digital device is traceable. Police have programs that apparently find anything on any device even when it has been deleted to the best trash can ever. Hackers can find out anything they want including your shoe size and what color underwear you are wearing. Bosses can check histories on “their” devices…you are only borrowing it while working for them. They say Big Brother is watching…Does Big Brother know everyone’s name?

Do you have a SnapChat account? I do. I don’t use it too often, mostly just to post a picture that I want labeled with the location. It is the easiest way to label a photo. Well, there are Snapchat stories. No matter when I read one it almost always pertains to something I had just recently been talking about with David or Lindsay. How does it know what I am talking about? Aren’t those ads and all that just random? I have come to the conclusion that someone is always watching and listening. That is our world.

Quadrille #130

Written for D’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/

“smudge”.

as a verb:

to cause (something) to become messily smeared by rubbing it.

Inside

Within the small walls
confined to a tiny place
there resides a fear
that exists only here
willing itself
to escape

Within the small walls
witnessed on an empty wall
a dark smudge of ink
making one think
that someone
wanted to get out

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Effusive – #YDWordPrompt May 30, 2021

Find it here: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/05/30/your-daily-word-prompt-Effusive-ydwordprompt-may-30-2021/

Definition of effusive

1: marked by the expression of great or excessive emotion or enthusiasm effusive praise 2 archaic pouring freely 3: characterized or formed by a nonexplosive outpouring of lava effusive rocks

Marcus couldn’t believe he finally got a puppy. He had been searching for what seemed like years and it had finally come to fruition. The effusive little spaniel jumped from one window of the car to the next, wondering where his person would take him. This would definitely be a new endeavor for Marcus but he knew he was ready.

Friend: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Find the word here: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/05/30/rdp-sunday-friend/

All along our lives we go
with friends and pets and people we know
but have we thought about the rest?
the people whom we don’t know the best?

From pain of sickness to that of sorrow
I know I will still have tomorrow
and finding new relations to toast
reminding ourselves it’s not right to boast.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Transitory: FOWC with Fandango

Find the word here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/30/fowc-with-fandango-transitory/

Definition of transitory

1: of brief duration TEMPORARY the transitory nature of earthly joy 2: tending to pass away not persistent

Upon this day I ponder
the ways of my life and
the paths I have taken
so that it may leave me
with a reflection of where
I will return to in my transitory state
to find peace and solace in the familiar.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt #210 – Eerie

wk 210 eerie

Thanks,https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/05/22/weekend-writing-prompt-210-eerie/ Sammi for the challenge:

I didn’t use the word eerie but this was what came to me….

Wispy clouds 
breezes blow 
branches scrape windows 
leaves flip and toss  
to their final resting place 
droplets fall 
blood drips 
down my face 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

FOWC with Fandango: Complacent

Check it out here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/04/10/fowc-with-fandango-complacent/

com•pla•cent kəm-plā′sənt►

  • adj.Satisfied with the current situation and unconcerned with changing it, often to the point of smugness.
  • adj.Eager to please; complaisant.

Going Home

Brenda looked at the computer screen but didn’t read one word. It had been two months since she had been back in her home. Due to unforeseen circumstances she had been forced to move out of her house, leaving behind her partner, animals, and all belongings. Now she sits and wonders when she will get any amount of normalcy back.

Brenda’s sister Catherine is completely complacent when it comes to the situation, making it so hard for Brenda to even talk to her. Catherine is a local so this new lifestyle has not affected her life like it did Brenda’s. When Brenda is upset and missing her home, Catherine acts like she is over-reacting and acting like a baby. When Brenda tries to explain it to her sister, Catherine just rolls her eyes and says she can’t understand what the problem is.

Some day, hopefully soon, Brenda will be able to go home and be with the people who love her the most. Until then she puts a smile on her face and moves through the days, doing what is needed and expected of her.

©2021 CBialczak Fiction