Open Link 223 – September Live edition

Find this at d’Verse Poet’s pub:

This poem is from 2019 and is about Autumn. Now that I am living in a southern state my ideas of autumn are very different.

Autumn Polyptoton Poem 

The leaves crackle as I walk down the walkway 

Watching for small creatures to appear from under the leaves. 

Mist covers my shoulders as the wind wisps through the path. 

No sound other than the crunch of my feet 

Crushing more leaves, leaving only fragments of summer behind.  

©2019 CBialczak Poetry

Throwback Thursday #56 – Is it Better to Have Loved and Lost?

Maggie is hosting Throwback Thursday:

This week’s prompt is: First Heartbreak

How old were you when you had your first heartbreak? (For some it might be well into adulthood and that’s fine, too!) I think I was about 21 when it all finally ended. It started I suppose when I was 19.

Who broke your heart – first names only? James

Do you remember how the breakup happened? Someone told me that he was cheating on me. I accused him, and he denied it. After that everytime, he spoke of other girls I didn’t trust him so I broke up with him. That was when I was 19. When I was about 22 we got back together and I was so happy. After a few weeks we were supposed to meet for dinner and he cancelled and said he never wanted to see me again. I begged him to meet me face to face to tell me why and he said – because I broke his heart once he was going to break my heart.

Did you have a ring or token of your love? Did you return it? no, nothing

Did you think this was true love? yes

Did you play any sad songs to soothe the pain? If so, do you remember the name of the song? I can’t remember playing any songs but it took a long time to get over the pain he caused. It was just so mean.

If you were an adolescent, were your parents sympathetic or were they of the “it’s only puppy love” school of thought? My father had no idea and my mother was so sick with cancer. My friends told me I was lucky to be done with him.

How long did it take you to get over it all? Honestly? About 25 years

Do you remember this person fondly or is it someone you prefer to forget? I don’t know if I want to know him or not. What he did was really cruel, I feel. For many years I just wanted to ask him if he cared about me anymore. It really doesn’t matter though.

After all was said and done, was it for the best or did you remain longing for a love lost? Who knows? I think if we were together it would have been good but then again if he is that vengeful, who knows.

Empty Kingdom

Brandon’s words of wisdom

Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet

Empty Kingdom

Princes and Ladies danced in the Hall,
	While Kings and Queens would feast;
Tapestries and paintings adorned the walls;
	Their riches would never cease.

But time and change are constant foes,
	Relentless in their pursuit;
The kingdom witnessed many woes,
	Their riches turned to loot.

Now the birds dance through the Hall,
	Partnered by the wind;
Ivy now adorns the walls,
	No feasting ne’er again.

Gold and riches, ye may amass,
	And may rise to power anon,
But things of this world cannot last,
	In an instant they are gone.

Ye may build your castle with strength of stone,
	Have riches beyond belief,
But be wary they do not leave you alone,
	Mired in sorrow and grief

Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich

This poem was written in response to Simply 6 Minutes at Stine Writing. Please visit their page to participate and read other responses. (117 words)


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Deb’s silly story will have you chuckling!

nope, not pam

This post was written based on the following prompts:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction #184

Fandango’s Story Starter #63

What Do You See #151

Twiglet #296

Three Things Challenge #M83

Three Things Challenge #M84

Three Things Challenge #M85

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 09/13/2022

When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover this. Now maybe is she’d been a badger, or a fox, or some sort of wildlife, he wouldn’t have been surprised. A spider though had been completely unexpected, and Marty, the earthworm, wondered how it would all end as he continued through the unlit corridors towards their home, where his beloved waited.

“Darling I’m back,” Marty called, as he entered the ballroom of the dilapidated castle, “How are the little ones?”

“Hungry,” Came the disgruntled response, “But its alright, another one of those delinquents moved in…

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Simply 6 Minutes- 9-13-22- Requiem for the Artful

Susan’s take on this building makes me think I’d like to be sleeping again!

Sillyfrog's Blog

Today’s prompt is:

I’d been walking for 3 days without food or fresh water.
Suddenly, there it was!
An ancient cathedral in the middle of this barren landscape.
Was it a mirage due to my exhaustion and near collapse?

Even as I approach, the craftsmanship is breathtaking! All the wooden parts of the structure have long since rotted away yet the builders’ intention of enduring beauty is crystal clear.
No modern-day contractors would even attempt such a project and it is quite doubtful that they could imagine any artful plan anyway. Beauty and divinity no longer matter in 2022, and our humanity shows graying fraying edges directly for that reason.

Sweat pours down my face burning my eyes and I startle awake. Outside of my parked car in the glare of the midday sun, is a Walmart.
My catnap inspired dream of wandering in the heat undernourished-nearly dying-was less…

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Diana conveys how memories affect so many people

Writer Ravenclaw and written for

When I was younger, about ten years old, I was curious about my dad’s part in the second world war. He was a paratrooper. Part of the D Day landings, he also went through Italy to play his part to help win the war.

He spoke of a little church, which was in the middle of England and Germany fighting. Located somewhere in Italy. I’m not sure whether the church was bombed, but Dad spoke of the dilemma they faced because some of the German army were based there.

It was the only way they could get through the border and move further into occupied territory. I asked way too many questions – Being a child I was curious, but I understand now, how it must have affected Dad. Especially during Remembrance week. He never forgot his friends, never forgot the lives lost on both…

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Simply 6 Minutes – Returned

Trish tells a sad tale but perhaps it has a happy ending.


Countryside, by water, with the ruins of a church A Drowning Church: Shettihalli

Things are so changed

I’m out of place

I do not recognise this space.

I try to touch

Bare stone

Grey grass.

My hand through everything does pass.

It seems that I have been away

The years have gone

And left decay.

While I have lingered

Wasted time

Moved on while I lay sleeping.

Now what has woken up my soul

Returned me to this world?

If once I left this mortal coil

Then why am I reborn?

A call, a cry, birds circle high

A human calls in pain.

I flit and float and find the ground

Upon which wastes a babe.

Oh, what has happened here, sweet child?

Oh, why are you abandoned?

This must be why I’m called to earth

To save you is the challenge.

I sit beside you, desperate child

My presence holds off vultures.

All I can do to is…

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Brandon throws a loop right at the end!

Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet

Dylan looked around the used bookshop with little more than a mild interest, but then something at the back of the shop caught his eye. There was a door with caution tape across it in an “X” and the tape read “Crime Scene Do Not Cross.” Naturally, his curiosity got the better of him. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before he casually sauntered toward the door. He pretended to look at some books near the doorway, and when he was sure that no one noticed, he turned the knob, opened the door and peeked inside. He heard a voice behind him, so he swiftly entered the room and shut the door. He could hear muffled sounds all around him and he quickly realized they seemed to be coming from the books themselves!

He cautiously took a book from the shelf and opened the cover. It…

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Simply 6 Minutes – She Comes

Raven speaks to the news of Queen Elizabeth

About the Jez of It

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

As a poet, I noodle about with words, and this prompt seems to be noodling with my noodles. The sonnet form is the Beginning of the Line Rhymed Sonnetwhich I will work around the format for the English Sonnet. Here goes…

She Comes
Form: Beginning of the Line Rhymed Sonnet

Hail, the beauty of the lake as she comes
Skin is pale yet bright as the Mother moon
Fail ye not to accept her living grace
Intended delight in her touch divine

Fair is her majesty upon this night
When she ascends from the depths of the lake
Bearing the sword so she can claim her king
Then shall we dance to the old pagan songs

Claiming our lands once stolen in bloodshed
By murder then our mother tongue was lost
Blaming the old ways of…

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