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Three things Challenge #566

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge. https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/04/12/three-things-challenge-566/

Your three things today are:

ABIDE
INCH
LEAF

To abide by the rules
is an important point
Like a leaf from a plant
in the fall.
Should that leaf decide to
stay intact when it ought
to fall
Then fall in Spring
The essence of nature
peters within an inch of
it’s normal existence
making people wonder
what is next.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Three Things Challenge #494

I haven’t been able to participate like usual but today I am making it a priority to get to some writing! To participate in Three Things Challenge go to Di’s page: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/01/30/three-things-challenge-494/

Your three things today are:

MEANING
REGULAR
WORDS

When I think of the meaning
of what we call life
I think of myself
as mother and wife
the regular things that I like to do
like express with my words
and sing a bit too
I often find now
that I don’t have the time
but thinking of blogging
is still so sublime.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Three Things Challenge

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Your three things today are:

MISTRESS
EXPECTATION
ANYWHERE

Billie knew what the expectation was but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. Becoming someone’s mistress, whether congenial and without sexual motive or not, was not what she had planned for her life moving forward. The problem was, Billie didn’t know how to get along in a new city without a job and no friends. This was the first time she had lived anywhere that she was a total stranger, but this was the change that she needed. Life at home had become too much; stress, bills, arguing. If no one knew where she was and no one here knew who she was, maybe she could start fresh and live her life the way she wanted to.

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

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My Driveway: Three Things Challenge

Di gives us three words everyday to use in any creative way we find works. Since I just got done bringing my garbage down my awful driveway this is what came to my mind. To participate go to: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/three-things-challenge-471/

Your three things today are:

TIRED
TIN
MORE

My Driveway

My driveway is steep 
and curvy as hell 
Walking up it and down it 
makes my lungs and brain swell.  

Nothing makes me more tired 
than bringing trash to the road 
there always seems something 
is heavying the load. 

Since there is no more room  
in the tin garbage can 
Trying to get it down safely 
is only part of my plan. 

It isn’t so much as the  
walk down the hill 
it’s the walk back up top 
after years, kills me still.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Three Things Challenge #455

Click here to participate! https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/12/22/three-things-challenge-455/

Have fun and your three things today are:

CREAK
SOCKET
TISSUE

Miller walked around aimlessly, searching for the key, the key that would unlock the truth. He was tired of the darkness, tired of the feeling of empty sockets where his eyes once were. Where in this darkness was the tissue, the tissue that held the DNA to rebuild his eyes, make him a member of the “seeing” world? No one had an explanation, maybe that is why Miller felt he had to keep searching. In the darkness, Miller continued, listening to the familiar creak and groan of the old floorboards in his now dark home.

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