Weekend Writing Prompt #279- Superimpose

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A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt



wk 279 superimpose

Lucy’s Big Feet

To superimpose that she had real big feet
Lucy used towels and a comfortable sheet
They were not that ugly, they were clean but she knew
That if people saw something she’d see something too
She didn’t want help nor some clean soft woolen socks
She only wanted to be known for her long golden locks

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt

Sammi has us writing in 76 words this week. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/08/20/weekend-writing-prompt-273-alcazar/

wk 273 alcazar

Come Home

Atop a hill and along the sea
The Alcazar stands watch of thee
To find the path to lead you home
Although is stands empty, alone

For in this palace made of stone
Is history filled with blood and bone
Fighting for the familys’ goods
Just rock in water replacing woods

Find this palace, find your space
Be mesmerized by just this place
For in the halls and in the air
Spirits roam without a care

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt

Waking up to a beam of sunlight warming your skin chilled by the damp night air that had settled. Hearing the birds chirping, singing sweet songs, no words, just beauty in the sound.
Planning the day, thinking of friends, loving life as is.

Finding the beauty
Knowing simple things are rare
Within and without.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing

To join in check Sammi’s site here: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/05/21/weekend-writing-prompt-260-omphalos/

omphalos – the center or hub of something.

**The following poem is based on real events from last night**

Frog Life Hell

At precisely three am, I heard the blasted sound
croaking in my pool, my mind goes spinning ’round
How did they get back here?
I didn’t ask them back.
But apparently my pool is the omphalos of their pack. 

I raced right out the door, the ground coffee in my hand
Ready to fight the frogs off, ready to take my stand
With a flicker of the pool lights
And a switch on at the pump
It would not take them long to see they had better start to jump

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt #256 – Provocative

To join in click the link: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/04/23/weekend-writing-prompt-256-provocative/

Someone Else

Don’t dress for me
In underclothes
That show your skin
Head to your toes
So I can see
What you do hide
On the in
And outside
Be provocative
With someone new
This lonely sole
Is overdue
For personal
And life long dreams
I know you know
What I mean
So I bid goodbye
I am no fool
Find yourself someone new

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt

Sammi Cox hosts the Weekend Writing Prompt: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/category/weekend-writing-prompt/

wk 248 capricious

Full Definition of capricious https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/capricious

governed or characterized by caprice IMPULSIVEUNPREDICTABLE


Capricious am I
I zoom through the store
Needing  nothing
Needing  more
Finding an aisle
So many clues
Looking for clothing
My next pair of shoes
Gadgets and gizmos
Just nothing that’s broke
You should see my closet
This isn’t a joke
Nothing I need
No money to pay
I’ll be back
Some other day

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt #197 – Call

Check out Sammi’s site: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/02/20/weekend-writing-prompt-197-call/

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

Cavalier: Weekend Writing Prompt

For Sammi at Sammiescribbles: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/07/11/weekend-writing-prompt-165-cavalier/

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