What do you see # 18 – February 24, 2020

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The Bike

Wheels turn quickly  
on each spoke 
making weeds get 
stuck and choke.  

Old bike works 
like new bike should 
Ride down streets 
and in the wood. 

Kids go fast 
Mom goes slow 
afraid a tire 
might just blow. 

Dad, he laughs 
at mommy’s fear 
But he won’t ride 
why, isn’t clear. 

We still can’t see 
why the bike 
is not the toy 
that father’s like.  

Pedal fast  
until you glide 
always try to 
enjoy your ride.  

©2020 CBialczak

For: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/24/what-do-you-see-18-february-24-2020/

What do you see? #17

“Well here we go again. Another day, sitting here alone. Where’d he go anyways? I’m not sure why he won’t bring me. Maybe he thinks I’ll be happier laying here on his bed until he gets home. All I know is that this is bor-oring! He’s lucky I don’t get mad. Oh, I would like to get mad, but how do you look at that little guys face and stay angry?”

“Mommy, can I bring Teddy to school today?”

“No Stevie, Teddy has to stay home. He likes laying on your bed waiting for you.”

“Mommy! He’s gonna get lonely!”

“Now, now. Don’t you worry. He’s only a stuffed bear anyways. Stuffed bears don’t really have feelings like people do. They just make us feel better.”

“Teddy does too have feelings! He hates staying home! He’s gonna be mad at me tonight! Then you’ll see! Then you’ll let me bring him to school.”

“Okay, Stevie. Let’s see how it goes tonight.”

What do you see? #16

My night out 

As I stood, staring down at my reflection in the mixture of motor oil and water on the pavement, I was unsure of what I was seeing. Were those my sneakers? Why aren’t my feet in them? Where am I?  

I could not remember all the details of last night, not once we left the party. I remember Jim, Larry and I showing up at the party. Oh, Meg, what a bitch she is, but what a great party she throws! When we got there Jim whispered, “Do not leave my side even for a minute!” Larry took off the minute his foot hit the front hall carpet.  

The house was huge. A colonial, they call it. On the main floor there was a kitchen, dining room, living room, family room, laundry room, two bathrooms, and a pantry. Plenty of space to keep drunk teens in one place, but not necessarily on top of each other. The second floor were the bedrooms, two more bathrooms, and Meg’s dad’s study. That door stayed locked and for the most part I don’t think anyone ever messed with it. The bedrooms on the other hand, that’s a whole different story. At any given time during the night of the party you could hear teens behind the doors, moaning and talking dirty. Sex. It was what most of them came here for. A few of the girls had no problem pleasing more than one guy a night, which was to me utterly disgusting, but fair game for many of the guys. Not Jim, thank God!  

After finding a few of our friends in the kitchen we decided to walk out in the yard and see if there was anything exciting happening. The group of us stepped past the sliding door onto an immense stone patio; Meg’s father worked with some of the masons, so he had a lot of work done on his own house. Straight ahead on the lawn there was a fire pit with a blaze that reached near the trees that grew above the house. A few sparks could be seen floating up from the flames, but for the time being no one was playing Pyromaniac, so the fire just crackled away peacefully.  

The group was heading in the direction of the fire pit, but out of the corner of my eye I saw someone sitting on a lawn chair, partially hidden by shadows.  

I’m not even sure if I remember what happened next. Jim and I were standing by the fire, talking to a few people, then suddenly there was a commotion, people screaming inside the house. We all turned at the same moment, unsure of whether the scream we all heard was of terror or some girl over-reacting with a shriek, probably seeing a spider in the bathroom or something.  

Then it’s blank.  

Now I’m here. 

There is no one around, just me and the rain and the road. No sound, no smells, nothing. Looking around I start to recognize my location. I am standing near the bridge over Samson’s River. Slowly, I start walking toward the bridge. My sneakers do not move, nor does my shadow. I stand within arm’s reach of the railing and look down at the water. There is a machine down on the bank, excavators I think they are called. It looks like they were pulling things out of the rushing water. There is yellow tape just behind the machine, making the machine look like the victim of a crime at a crime scene. But there is nothing else there, just rocks and branches being continually splashed by the moving water. As I turn, I think I see something.  

Behind the machine and the yellow tape there is a flatbed tow truck. Tied down with chains and other tethers lay what used to be Larry’s Honda Civic. Now, the civic was upside down, windows smashed, the windshield consisted of only a few remaining shards of glass. The sides of the Civic were badly dented, as if it rolled down a rocky hill. The tires were flat, and I could see that the hood of the car was partly open under the weight of the engine. The car was a wreck, completely totaled. Where was Larry? 

Suddenly, from out of the shadows I caught a glimpse of Jim, looking at the car from just behind it. I couldn’t make out his face or his expression, just his shape and I knew his clothing. I wanted to yell but couldn’t. I tried to move but no matter how hard my body seemed to work; it didn’t move from the spot on the bridge. I reached up to rub my eyes, unsure of what was happening. When I put my hands down Jim was gone. I was alone again, looking over the side of the bridge at the raging water. Would I ever know what happened? 

©2020 CBialczak

From Sadje: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/10/what-do-you-see-16-february-10-2020/

What do you see #15

Calm Love

From the dark she sees it 
with light that shines within 
Like a hopeful memory 
Its where she will begin. 

Like a little princess 
she views life with such ease 
thinks in terms of beauty 
No one she must please.  

Each day is like a new one 
with no sorrow and no pain 
She sends out calming vibes 
Her love, never in vain.  

©2020 CBialczak

 

What do you see #14

From: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/01/27/what-do-you-see-14-january-27th-2020/

Under the mushroom

Underneath the mushroom,  
there lives a little man. 
He lives without his children, 
His dear wife said he can. 

He comes out in the evening 
to look for things to eat. 
He loves to find new places 
and people he can meet. 

Once when he was walking 
he went a little far. 
He found that he got thirsty 
He stopped off at a bar. 

The man thought that he wanted 
to have a drink and chat 
with the local townsfolk 
and others just like that. 

He found that when he started 
to talk about his life 
He had the hardest time 
talking about his wife.  

He knew that he did miss her 
and even all his kids 
He started getting really sad 
tears filled up his lids.  

The barmaid thought that he had 
drunken way too much. 
She told him he should leave 
She guided with her touch.  

When they got outside 
She let him go alone 
She didn’t want to trick him 
She let him use her phone.  

He called his one grown child 
to ask him for a ride. 
The boy thought that his father 
had given up his pride.  

He told his dear old father 
to walk until the end 
of the longer part of town 
where he’d find his friend. 

The friend said he would take him 
back to him mushroom home. 
He never even realized  
He lived just like a gnome.  

The people all around him 
they laughed at his odd looks. 
He thought that they were nasty 
maybe even crooks. 

Once back at his mushroom 
he gave a nice long sigh 
He never really noticed 
he was a lucky guy.  

His luck was in his family, 
his kids and his sweet wife. 
He went to sleep late that night 
Grateful for his life.  

©2020 CBialczak