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Todays prompt: Write a poem using the words theater, children, and perspective
In my abstract perspective
I strive for something more
than children in their costumes
showing up at my front door
Its like a little theater
the street it is the stage
But some of those big actors
have surpassed the acting age.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Amidst the cattails and the mud
the sorrow of their loss is grand
Raising up their hearts and minds
to show that guilt has no stand
An heirloom from the other day
like thoughts confined to one
The aftermath is worse to feel
Like burning bushes had been done
Remorse is present and will not be
replaceable as such
But put the kibosh on network rules
and see the change just as much.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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Let’s go with a prompt word of Celestial this week. Could be moon, stars, sun, etc. Go where the prompt leads.
Looking at stars mesmerizing a busy mind, remind us the world is expansive beyond what we see, leaving possibilities open, time is no object, space has not limit.
Stars align to show
Heaven’s meandering path
infinite skyscape
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Donna is the host of this Go Dog Go Cafe prompt: https://godoggocafe.com/2022/05/04/haibun-wednesday-may-4-2022/
Your prompt this week is to write about the season you are in and something you do during that season. Go where the prompt leads.
Time to water and watch buds bloom. In a new place this year where new plants are popping up everywhere. The birds and squirrels eagerly look for nourishing treats.
Enjoying the warm
Evening breezes delightful
Smell the Earth’s perfume
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Find it here: https://godoggocafe.com/2022/04/06/haibun-wednesday-april-6-2022/
This week’s prompt is to write on your Thoughts about Spring. Go where the prompt leads.
As the weather warms, my bones ache less,
my muscles lose their tension, my thoughts wander,
I find time to enjoy life, I find myself thankful for all I have.
Bringing in new life
Colors blend with sights and sounds
Now for a fresh start
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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Today’s prompt: Use the phrase In the fading light
They emerge
from the earth
making their trek to the ocean
unknowing of what lies ahead
without guidance
in the fading light
They trust in their instincts
that somehow they will be
kept safe.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the word: “sirens”
Matthew held his ears tightly. Crouching closely to the ground, hidden by a pile of rubble, he prayed it would end soon. The sound of the sirens, although miles away, pierced his eardrums and made his stomach turn. It had been two days since he last saw his family. He didn’t know if he was the one that left or if they were. He didn’t even know where he was. But he was a fighter and he was determined to find out the truth about what was happening and where he could find his family.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
Written for Go Dog Go Cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/06/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-june-16-2020/
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Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the question: What does a return to “normal” look like for you?
Each day I awaken with the sun. I climb out of bed, get dressed and head downstairs. First, the dog goes out. During his business I pick grasses and dandelions for the guinea pigs. We come in, the guinea pigs get the fresh greens and then the dog gets fed. Next, my medications and vitamins.
Each morning I do the same things but in different orders: WordPress blogging, building miniatures, cleaning the house.
I go shopping once a week for groceries.
I have one online appointment on Monday morning with my therapist.
I don’t go anywhere and I love it.
I don’t want to return to how it was….Doctor’s appointments, running errands, meeting up with people. I know it isn’t exactly the friendliest of lives but it suits me just fine to see a few people every so often while staying home accomplishing things I want to do each day.
Written for Measure twice, cut once in Go Dog Go cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/14/writers-workshop-i-week-2-batting-practice/ WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice
Beverly stood in Lane 6 behind four other customers, which was more than most other lanes in the market. All the lanes were open with three patrons except for Lane 1. In Lane 1 there were only two people waiting. She continued to contemplate. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself, holding only pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of bread and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.
Beverly recalled hearing that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before and that time she had moved behind a woman who was convinced the ground beef was on sale, which it wasn’t, but they had to call the butcher to come confirm the choice she had made was NOT one of the sale items. That had taken all of 12 minutes while the lane she had originally been on cashed out over a dozen “under 8 items” customers.
She shifted her gaze toward Lane 1 then back ahead of her. The man at the register in her lane was taking his wallet out. There were still three people ahead of her. Ugh, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was saying to wait, but her patience was saying to walk to Lane 1. Contemplation decided, she stepped out of line, allowing the woman behind her to step forward. She was now out of line. She turned and walked briskly toward Lane 1.
When Beverly turned past the endcap into Lane 1 there was now only one man there, waiting to pay. He had a pile of coupons and his groceries were bagged. The cashier was trying to put the coupons through but there was a small pile the computer was rejecting. The coupons were probably worth 25 cents or less, but the man wanted his savings, as he knew he had all the right products, and none were expired. Beverly groaned. She had done it again; not trusted her intuition to stay in Lane 6. Now she stood in Lane 1, behind this coupon junkie, watching his coins pile up in the form of useless coupons next to the scanner. This was what she got for switching lanes. Next time she would just stay put with an extra ounce of patience.
©2020 CBialczak
Written for Measure twice, cut once in Go Dog Go cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/14/writers-workshop-i-week-2-batting-practice/ WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice
Beverly stood in Lane 6 with pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of Italian bread, and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke. All the lanes were open with two or more patrons, but her line had four. In Lane 1 there was one person waiting. She continued to contemplate. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself.
Beverly always heard that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before. Once she moved to a different lane and stood behind a woman who was convinced the ground beef was on sale, which it wasn’t, but they had to call the butcher to come confirm the choice she had made was NOT one of the sale items. That had taken all of 12 minutes while the lane she had originally been on cashed out over a dozen “under 8 items” customers.
She shifted toward Lane 1. The man at the register in her lane was taking his wallet out. There were three people ahead of her. Ugh, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was saying to wait, but her patience was saying to walk to Lane 1. That was it, she stepped out of line, allowing the woman behind her to step forward. She was now out of line. She turned and walked briskly toward Lane 1.
When Beverly turned past the endcap into Lane 1 there was a man there, waiting to pay. He had a pile of coupons and his groceries were bagged. The cashier was trying to put the coupons through but there was a small pile the computer was rejecting. The coupons were probably worth 25 cents or less, but the man wanted his savings, as he knew he had all the right products, and none were expired. Beverly groaned. She had done it again; not trusted her intuition to stay in Lane 6. Now she stood in Lane 1, behind this coupon junkie, watching his coins pile up in the form of useless coupons next to the scanner. This was what she got for switching lanes. Next time she would just stay put with an extra ounce of patience.
©2020 CBialczak
Draft 1 = 478 words
Draft 2 = 367 words
change – 111 words (23% less, I think I did the math right!)
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