What do you see?

“Are we beautiful, mama?”

“Of course we are beautiful, why do you ask?”

“‘Cause, can’t you see all the blue butterflies? They are beautiful. So, if they are beautiful because they are blue and delicate how could we be beautiful too?”

“Sammy, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Don’t sell yourself short. We are white and strong, We stand on our own. But we don’t have a lot of color.”

“Okay, mama, if you say so.”

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

 

 

What do you see? #31

Written for Sadje: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/87325236/posts/2721822607

They huddled behind the tree. Rumor had it that the old man that lived in the creepy house in the woods would take children, skin them, and eat them. Supposedly, he stay up all hours of the night writing down ideas of who to take next and where he should hunt for his next victims. Betsy and Samuel didn’t want to take the chance of being seen and being his next victims. They didn’t know if he had security cameras around his property.

Watching the light in the window, they couldn’t see any sort of movement. Wouldn’t he have to move around and then shadows would move and make the light seem like it was moving? Betsy held onto Samuel’s jacket. Samuel heard a stick crack a few feet from where they were crouching.

“Bets, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That twig snap. About ten feet away from my left shoulder.”

“Aw, come on, Sams, stop trying to scare me.”

Silence

“Sams?”

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

What do you see? #30

For Sadje: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/87325236/posts/2709496031

Beneath the oak tree

Down here beneath the old oak tree  
 
My daddy used to sing to me.  
 
He sang of love, of joy, of pain  
 
He sang right there despite the rain.  
 
 
 
Now that I am getting old  
 
I try to remember what was told  
 
By my daddy about life  
 
On happiness, sorrow, about strife.  
 
 
 
I wish I had my daddy now  
 
So he could show me life and how  
 
To live the best life it can be  
 
It will take effort all from me.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see # 27 – 27 April 2020

For Sadje’s photo prompt: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/04/27/what-do-you-see-27-27-april-2020/

Mickey, the tree

Mickey hated liars. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else coming and sitting beneath his limbs, pledging their love to another, only to never see them again. He had seen and heard it all for so many years. He couldn’t even say how many years, since he didn’t know how to count his own rings.

Today was different. They came from the city he believed, based on their fashionable attire and sporty car. They laid out a blanket below his lowest limb and took a basket out of the car. They sat closely, talking so quietly that Mickey almost couldn’t hear them nor what they were talking about.

The man leaned past the woman he was sitting with and grabbed the basket handles. He placed the basket in front of his own legs and prepared to open the latch. Mickey could hear the anticipation in the woman’s voice and surely he was curious too. The man slowly opened the latch and lifted the lid.

Mickey couldn’t believe what he was seeing! This wasn’t love! This wasn’t a date! This was a horrific animal let loose to cause damage to others.

The man laid out the contents, rolled up a paper and lit a match. He knew the kindling he brought would make a beautiful fire.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

What do you see?

Written for Sadje’s Challenge: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/03/23/what-do-you-see-22-march-23-2020/

Imagine I am the King

He stood at the top of the hill
imagining he was the king
on top of the world
holding onto all the colors
space would offer him.

He held his hand out
to catch a shooting star
but found it impossible
to hold onto the hope
that this all was real.

So he paused
and he waited
and he thought
that if he was the king
on top of the world
he would accept all the colors
space wanted to offer him.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

 

What do you see? #21

Hosted by Sadje: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/03/16/what-do-you-see-21-march-16-2020/

She is strong!

Standing upon the cliff  
she stands as if alone  
For her love has gone away  
or perhaps made into stone.  
 
She wonders where her love went  
for now she has no one  
She can’t believe he went away  
and feels like life is done.  
 
She knows she will survive this  
because she is so strong  
For when he came into her life  
she knew he was all wrong.  
 
So now she holds her head up 
high up with strength and pride  
No one will ever crush her  
God’s always on her side. 

©2020 CBialczak

Go Dog Go Cafe: Level Up Challenge

I would have to say I hit Level 3! Enjoy and if you find an error, just ignore it! Lol!

The path ahead

The bridge ahead is narrow 
and there may be storms 
but you have the strength 
to follow your fears 
and know you don’t have to rule the world 
to enjoy all its beauty.  

The path ahead is treacherous 
but only the weak turn around 
without trying 
and only the arrogant 
believe that everybody  
wants to rule the world.  

Follow your path 
and cross your bridges 
knowing that when you arrive 
your winsome smile will reveal 
your triumphs over all 
trials and tribulations.  

©2020 CBialczak

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This poem is written with the following challenges in mind:
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/03/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-march-3-20202/
https://amanpan.com/2020/03/02/eugis-weekly-prompt-winsome-march-2-2020/
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/04/new-wednesdays-level-up-challenge-3-4-20-and-tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-round-up/ (Tears for Fears)

What do you see?

When we stepped through the thick branches we saw it, the bridge to the sacred forest. It was over 1,000 feet off the ground and the wood slats were weathered. Dave and I looked at each other. Who would cross first? I knew that if I was to cross this bridge with the cocky attitude only acceptable for amatuer I would fair quite well.