Weekend Writing Prompt #197 – Call

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When you get there

When you arrive
Place a call
Wait for an answer
Wait for the fall
Sit down and ponder
What happens next
Turn off your volume
Send your last text
Sit for a minute
Sweat it all out
Waiting is torture
Its what life’s about

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Impact: Weekend Writing Prompt #171

How sweet is it when what you want to say ends up being the perfect word count???

Show your love

Whatever you do when you go home tonight 

Kiss all your lovees and tell them sleep tight. 

One day may come when they are no longer there 

Now is the time to tell them you  care. 

Take heed of my words ‘cause I know what I say 

The love of your life can be taken away. 

Open yourself up 
Together you will  survive 
More so than alone 

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Weekend Writing Prompt

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Sail the unknown

They called it the vast beyond, some called it Hinterland. No one had ever ventured beyond the rock jetty. There were tales that said you would fall right off the edge of the earth if you sailed that far. Other stories were told about monsters, cyclones, and boats disappearing in a fog, none of which could be proven since they all ended in death. I didn’t believe any of it and I was going to prove once and for all that the only thing there was water.  (87 words)

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Cavalier: Weekend Writing Prompt

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Barb, carer of puppies

When it came to the puppies 

Barb was too cavalier 

Saying they were fine alone 

Never being near. 

One day the youngest puppy 

Went out to run around 

He got lost then got stolen 

He still hasn’t been found. 

Barb is now a bit more there 

For now, she sees the harm 

She puts them all on leashes 

And ties them to her arm 

She doesn’t mind the barking 

The biting or the poo 

She’s happy being ready 

For anything they do. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry