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

#writephoto

Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/08/13/thursday-photo-prompt-clouded-writephoto/

Clouds

As the storm clouds began to roll over the low range mountains, we could hear the silence and the smell of moss and fresh cut grass filled our nostrils and our minds, reminding us that this green comes when the clouds roll in.  

Clouds roll on the land 
Covering the ground with life 
Fear was never here. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Photo Challenge #326

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/08/04/photo-challenge-326/

Google

The Sixth Step

I did it every time I was there, it didn’t matter who I was with. I’d walk up six steps and put our names. Luckily, having the name Dave made it hard for my girlfriends to think that the other “Dave loves so-and-so” could have been me. Walking up the stairs with Veva I counted in my head. I never told any of them that I went to the sixth step and luckily, they never asked why I stopped there. I always tried to have a different color marker than the last time I was there just in case she noticed the same color and saw that it was the same handwriting. I was hoping this was the last time I had to come to this sixth step. I really loved Veva. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #77

Written for Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/03/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-77/

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week Fandango will be posting a photo he grabs off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from the Google Hub Photo Frame.

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Going Home

Looking up toward the apartment entrance, my stomach did a flip, then a flop. I felt as though I would throw up. I haven’t been here in almost twenty years, never really resolving the problems with dad like I had planned on doing. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he told me to turn around and walk back down those stairs and never come back? I miss my parents; I am sorry for taking them for granted all those years.  

I picked up my backpack and slung it on my back. Grabbing my suitcase, I started the climb up the stairs. I was only moments away from either having my parents back or leaving them forever.
 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction – Aug 2 2020

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofiction.com/2020/08/02/sunday-photo-fiction-aug-2-2020/

Show it with color

Brad knew that his family was watching the news closely. They were like the other elderly folks who were stuck home, half quarantining, half trying to understand what was going on in this world. His mom saw every face that showed up on the news, he didn’t want to take any chances. He could only imagine the horror on his mom’s face if she saw him out demonstrating his rights. She would see it as an embarrassment. She didn’t understand how important it was to him, to treat people equally, to use your power the right way.  

Brad and his friends were truly diverse. Not one of them was ethnically the same as another. This is what brought them together. They were determined to fight for equality for all people. But they wanted to do something different, something that wouldn’t hurt anyone, but something that would catch the attention of everyone, especially the news broadcasters. 

Devon was the one who produced the idea. Take the typical smoke bombs and add the color powder. He could get it easily at his job, manufacturing colored powders and sprays for construction sites. Marcus could get the smoke bombs, having connections to some other pranksters. Derek was going to work with Brad on some sort of head covering to hide their identities. He had mentioned earlier that his little sister was in a school play with silly shape characters; they would use some of those ideas.  

The plan worked perfectly. When the newspapers were printed it was Brad who made the headlines. After patting himself on the back and enjoying his stardom he noticed one setback that could never be taken back, his tattoos. His mom would identify that if she took a few minutes to notice. He was screwed! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction