What do you see?

It has been a few weeks since I have done What do you see? Thanks Sadje for hosting! https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/12/21/what-do-you-see-61-21st-december-2020/

We knew mom had gotten into the apartment the minute we saw our mural. All the work we had done, now covered by her image and her famous saying. Did she ever want us to grow up or move on? Billy and I decided after we graduated college that it was time to find our own place. Being twins didn’t mean we had to live together, it was just how life went. Mom was a wreck though. She cried about losing her boys and what would we do if we needed her? Would we have time to make good meals and clean up after ourselves? When it came down to it she wanted her twins to remain toddlers, listening to their mommy with awe and fascination again. Poor mom, she must be really upset to come paint herself on our wall!

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

What do you see? # 57 November 23, 2020

To participate go to Sadje’s site: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/11/23/what-do-you-see-57-november-23-2020/

The Cat brings Cake

Today the Cat stopped by at noon 
he knew it was the day 
the children’re home and not at school 
they’d want to laugh and play. 

He thought he’d bring a tasty treat 
to start the day off right 
A cupcake full of sweet sugar 
He could eat in one big bite. 

The children were so happy when 
the Cat knocked on their door. 
They had their books and writing out 
laid all out on the floor. 

The Cat told them to clean it up 
today was a day for fun 
The children knew the cat was right 
In a minute they were done. 

They took a blanket off the bed 
and laid it out real straight. 
The three of them sat down right there 
The three of them just ate. 

When the food was good and gone 
the Cat he began to cry 
The kids were full and needing a nap 
They quickly said goodbye. 

As the Cat left there he said to them
“See you soon on another day!”
He said he’d come another time 
to have more fun and to play.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fanfiction

What do you see # 56 – 16 November 2020

To participate go to Sadje’s blog: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/11/16/what-do-you-see-56-16-november-2020/

Waiting

I wait and watch  
knowing that you are out there 
wanting to know where I am 
and what I am doing. 

I wait and watch 
knowing that when you find me 
you will want more of me 
than I am willing to give. 

I wait and watch 
knowing that I cannot escape you 
for you know where I go 
and I cannot hide. 

I wait and watch 
knowing you hold me captive 
to bid your calling and suit your needs 
and I will never be alone.  

I wait and watch 
and you are always there. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


 

What do you see # 54 – 2nd November 2020

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Thanks to Sadje for hosting another What Do You See photo challenge
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/11/02/what-do-you-see-54-2nd-november-2020/

Being a Bear

If I were a grizzly 
I’d have some huge, sharp claws 

If I were a polar bear 
Cold snow wouldn’t bother my paws 

But I’m a little panda bear 
with black eyes right from birth 

My arms are black as are my legs 
including around me in girth.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see?

Image credit; Adrien King @ Unsplash

For Sadje: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/10/12/what-do-you-see-51-12-october20/

Cadence, do you see it? 

See what? 

That one grain of sand that hasn’t fallen yet. 

Oh yeah. Here let me tap the glass to make it fall. 

No! Leave it. That means that time is standing still.  

Time is standing still? Does that mean we can do whatever we want for as long as we want but no time is passing? 

Yeah, that’s what it means. 

Cool, we can go away for like a year and when we get back nothing changed. 

Well, that’s if no one finds the hourglass.  If someone finds it and the last grain falls, we’ll be in trouble for getting home late. 

So, what should we do? 

Let’s wait and see if it’s going to fall. 

That could take forever! 

I know… 

©2020 CBialczak fiction

What do you see?

When I look into the distance

When I look into the distance 
I see you walking 
with someone new 
without me 
smiling 
laughing 

When I look into the distance  
I do not see us together 
I am alone 
without you 
frowning 
crying 

When I look into the distance 
my hopes for tomorrow 
are as far away 
as you are 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see? #46

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/09/07/what-do-you-see-46-7-september-2020/

Wandering

(This is a One-Word Poem, using the title – Wandering – as my one base word. Enjoy!)

Once I was drawn 

To a place that was grand 

A place with no anger 

The sand slips from my hand 

Where the sounds are so weird 

They whisper and blow in my ear 

And I take in each sand grain 

And hold it so dear 

And I try not to gnaw 

At life’s finest wire 

Holding me near 

As I wander.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see # 37 – 6 July 2020

This is written for Sadje’s What do you see? : https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/07/06/what-do-you-see-37-6-july-2020/
Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee

Pure love

Veva watched from high above  
the sweetness of the hummingbird.  
From her heart she felt such love  
Her thoughts shown through her word.  
 
“Oh beautiful bird I can see  
that you’re surely made from grace  
you fly with intense dignity  
Into this open space.” 
 
The bird flew on not knowing 
that what she said was true 
For while the winds were blowing 
She knew not what to do 
 
“I fly because God made me 
to soar about this land 
I come and go around the sea 
that’s all I understand.” 
 
Veva stopped and held her hand 
out to the precious bird 
The bird she knew not where to land 
she thought the girl absurd. 
 
“I cannot land upon you now 
for I only have pure fear 
you look so safe and I will vow 
to stay so very near.”  
 
“Oh bird I understand you  
but let me tell the truth 
I watched you as the wind blew 
to see if there was proof.” 
 
“Proof of God, of love, of grace 
in what he made you into 
Trust my voice, my hands my face 
for I would never hurt you.” 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry