Three Line Tales 281

Find the prompt here: https://only100words.xyz/2021/06/17/three-line-tales-281/

Francine flew over and landed on the post next to Bernice, staring in the direction that her friend was looking in. Both friends knew when it was time to talk and when it was time to sit silently and take in the sights. Bernice had an eye for a good man and Francine wanted to see how close Bernice was to perfect this time.

©2021 CBialczak

Friday Fictioneers

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Find the prompt on Rochelle’s site: https://rochellewisoff.com/2021/06/16/18-june-2021/

My focus had been on my feet, trying to maintain my footing despite the uneven ground or large roots protruding into the path. It wasn’t until I heard the snap of a branch that I looked up and saw the root cellar. 

Slowly I approached and could hear the soft hum of a guitar. Was I hearing things? As soon as I walked around the side to the front of the building I  saw him. It was a  young boy, guitar in hand, rocking  in an old wicker rocker, singing softly to himself, eyes closed, in  his own little world. 

©2021 CBialczak

d’Verse Poets Pub

Find prompts here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/15/poetics-exploring-the-realm-of-minimalist-photography/

For today’s Poetics, I want you all to select one out of the twelve photographs shared above and write a poem. It can be an Ekphrastic poem, if you like. Go philosophical. Go dark or romantic or solemn. Share what you feel about Minimalist photography when you see it. The idea here is to provoke an emotion, and what better way to pour them out other than poetry?

Ekphrasis | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ekphrasisAn ekphrasticpoem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning.

I wasn’t meant to break
I wasn’t meant to appear damaged

I was supposed to be supportive
I was supposed to be hold you up

Now I hide things from you
Now I let things slip away

I cannot repair myself
I can only hope you can love me this way.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2021: WEEK #19

Find it here: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2021/05/12/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2021-week-19/

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Three books already and they still had six more days here! Patrice smiled to herself as she felt the heat of the sun penetrate and warm up her in this relaxing oasis.

Patrice was happy that she had bought some of her old books. She had hated getting rid of them and knew there had been a day that she had wanted to read them. Now, finished with the first three, Patrice was reminded why she chose those books in the first place. Her only fear now was rain.

©2021 CBialczak