Sunday Muse # 133

Morning Amazing Musers! I know it has been a crazy time, and an even crazier week, so here is an image to take your minds off  things.  I look forward to seeing the directions you all take!


When waves of dread wash over you 
and the salt burns your lungs and eyes 
the flame of hope stays brightly lit
We can hear your victory cries.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Muse #110

Written for:

Billy’s rocket

Billy didn’t know it 
but when he did his belt 
he had a giant rocket 
around his shoulders like a pelt. 

He thinks he will stay warm now 
since fire is keeping him warm 
Does he know the fire 
Is a need to feel some alarm? 

Billy looks above him  
at the stars up in the sky 
He wishes he could fly there 
Soon it will be his goodbye.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry