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

Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/thursday-photo-prompt-wishes-writephoto/

Ribbons

Ribbons in the fairy garden 

Blow in the breezes so soft 

Colors for each and all to enjoy 

Branches keep them aloft. 

Promises whispered 

Wishes can come true 

Into the fairy garden 

An angel walks with you. 

Set your heart on your sleeve 

And allow fairies to share 

The love that they know is desired

Breezes blow love in the air.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetic Tuesday: dVerse Poets Pub September 22, 2020

Lillian is the host this week: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/22/let-your-words-be-your-paintbrush/

All pictures depicted on this particular post are the works of Catrin Welz-Stein with a link to her website http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/ 

Bright Moon

By the light of the moon  
by the spark of a star  
my memories of you  
Never go very far  
 
I’m delighted by you  
and the things that we share  
Our relationship goals  
Just how much we each care  
 
Someday you will be gone  
And I will be alone  
I’ll have what we’ve been through  
All the vibrance, the tone  
 
So if you remember  
to tell me that goodbye  
just point to the full moon  
lighting up the dark sky 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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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

#writephoto: crescent

Darkness

Ode to the tree that stands high on the hill 
holding the moon in its branches. 
Ode to the clouds that float right by the tree  
holding the moon in the sky. 
Ode to the setting sun that sets in the west 
holding a bit of sunlight for the moon. 

Layers of darkness 
Life moves slowly around us 
Sharing the sun’s light 

Darkness only hides the beauty from our eyes.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for: https://scvincent.com/2020/08/20/thursday-photo-prompt-crescent-writephoto/

Friday Fictioneers (a few days late)

Written for Rochelle’s challenge: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/08/19/21-august-2020/

Come on in

“Do you really think someone is in there?” 

“My mom said an old lady lives there but said not to knock on the door because she can’t get out of bed anyhow.” 

“How does your mom know?” 

“I don’t know, she just told me.  The lady’s name is Veva. Mom said that Veva was married and when her husband died, she put him in a freezer then went about her life.” 

Ew, that’s creepy. What if she asks you to come in and offers you an ice cream?” 

“If she asks I’m going to tell her I’m allergic to milk.” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction