Wordle #222

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Haughty

Branches

Procellous- stormy, as the sea

Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length

Touch

Stumble

Throat

Wild Strawberries

Heavy

Fray

Kimono

Seconds

Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.

Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.

Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle 484

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The Cat Plays Teacher

The Cat in the Hat was a master of stories  
he knew what to tell the small kids.  
He talked of a wall taller than a great giant  
and how grownups just did what they did.  
 
The black of his fur was incredibly soft  
so the children would snuggle up close  
Holding a hand or maybe his tail  
Not knowing what it means to impose.  
 
The Cat didn’t care that the kids wanted cuddles  
as long as he sat ‘gainst the wall  
He had a long night and awfully long morning  
and didn’t want to risk that he’d fall.  
 
He thought he could buy some good silver tape  
and tape himself up straight and nice  
Then after he read a few stories to them  
would give them some valuable advice.  
 
He’d tell both the kids that they shouldn’t forget  
that bedtime is good for your brain  
and he’d throw in a reason or two, maybe three  
’bout how no sleep can make you insane.  
 
The Cat would continue to tell both the kids  
that a narrow path needs to expand  
and leading a search or archeology dig  
is like leading a great big brass band.  
 
He’d give them both tips that were equally good  
to impress both their parents with how  
He looked like a cat but was so super smart 
And that was the Cat’s cue to bow.  
 
He’d thank the small kids and both of their folks  
and leave without leaving a mess  
Dad would be getting his slippers and cozy bathrobe  
while Mom just stood in her dress. 

The kids said goodnight and said all their prayers 
to show their folks that they behaved 
Then they snuck to the window to make sure the cat 
turned around and remembered to wave.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 482

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Being Creative

I took the fabric and made a slit 
I tried to trace the design that fit 

I printed the face right on the back 
I didn’t want the crease to make a crack 

I sewed on the lace to edge the sleeve 
I tried tiptoeing softly as I started to leave 

I still have my ideas of what to make 
An infinite number of ideas at stake 

I try to embrace those feelings I know 
And complete my project before I go.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 479

deny, endure, trim, laugh, stretch, grand, dry, singular, triumph, wilt, crack, foil
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The Cat Wins Again

The Cat in the Hat could deny it no further  
the amount of action he endured had to stop  
 
He tried to trim time to save kids from boredom  
He’d laughed and stretched out like an old, musty mop.  
 
In the grand scheme of things, the cat sounded right  
It was his dry sense of humor that children don’t get  
 
But they still loved the cat with his infamous tricks  
And upon a high pedestal that cat was soon set  
 
With each singular joke that the cat tried to play  
the children would crack at his jovial wit.  
 
The cat he did triumph the times that they played  
Along with this cat these children stayed fit.  
 
The parents would wilt at the sign of his coming  
and try to foil his full day of plans 
 
But the children were having too much fun now to stop  
Like playing a telephone with two empty cans.  

So they kept on and had fun despite parents fear 
The cat was just innocently being a sport 

The parents bowed their heads, knowing they lost 
and allowed him to stay without any retort.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

MLMM Wordle 211

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Our words this week

Affluent
Humming Bird
Dose
Swirl
Mighty
Iridescent
Indigenous
Inspiration
Petals
Spirited
Pull
Lift

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Young Love

Veva knew the dance would be postponed but she still wanted to buy a pretty dress. She went to the special dress shop at the mall and fell in love with the gown in the window. It was iridescent and had flower petals swirled around the bodice. Her mood suddenly lifted; she felt spirited and had more inspiration to pull her grades up so she could go to the dance without worrying.  

Dreading the thought about the work she needed to complete for class, she turned her focus to the boy who wanted to accompany her to the dance. He came from an affluent family. His father’s family was indigenous to the area, giving her a dose of history when she spent time with them.  

On the other hand, his mother was native American and came from the west coast. When she was growing up the mighty hummingbird signified virtue and peace.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #210

Time for the MLMM Monday Wordle.
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Fold
Jittery
Strapless
Dining Room
Kitten
Capacious- capable of holding much space: roomy
Roister- to act in a swaggering, boisterous, or uproarious manner
Elbows
Doe
Low
Blind
Witty

Dilly’s Wash

Dilly went to the laundry mat  
to fold up all her clothes  
she felt a little jittery  
because that’s how her life goes.  
 
She folded up her strapless bra  
and bed for all the kittens  
The linens from the dining room  
A hat and a pair of mittens.  

A jacket made of softer skin 
soft as a full grown doe 
The gloves that matched were also clean 
the leather seemed to glow. 

The capacious dryer held so much  
her elbows fit the door  
The low price of the wash machine  
made washing no big chore.  
 
The man that ran the laundry mat  
roistered in the back  
a blind man with a ton of clothes  
Was filling up his sack.  
 
When all the wash was finally done  
Dilly picked up her full bag  
She’d have a week or maybe more  
before her clothes would sag. 

She said goodbye and took her things 
yelling that she’d see them soon 
a witty goodbye from a little girl 
whistling a happy tune.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Bird – The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #477

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The Bird

I’ve heard there’s a bird  
who was grim and was blue  
he didn’t have much  
that he liked to do.  
 
He’d dribble when drinking  
and groan with each bite  
Other birds stared with pity  
some knew he wasn’t quite right.  
 
From up in the tree top  
amongst leaves and debris  
the bird was disgusted  
and wondered how this could be.  
 
So with a smile and a shrug  
he acquiesced to his prowess  
he decided to figure  
to rid life of its foulness.  
 
Instead of his usual 
crying high in the tree  
he decided his bawling 
was in no way healthy 
 
with a ruffle of feathers 
and a flick of his beak  
up the treetop he went  
and he began there to speak 
 
It was inevitable that he  
got right to the tip  
done lamenting on faults 
his attitude did flip. 
 
He looked at the sky, 
and inhaled really quick  
and fell to the ground 
where the cushioning was thick.  
 
He ran to the edge 
of the forest he knows  
and screamed from his lungs  
He said “My old life blows!” 
 
So a new life began 
right there on the spot 
the bird he was smokin’ 
The new bird was hot. 
 
He had some new friends  
and he laughed and he played 
and with his new friends 
is the place that he stayed.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


 

Wordle #208

Meld
Coil
Tuck
Sumptuous
Gold
Empty
Crisp
Renaissance
Souvenir
Thumb
Leggings
Coup de Foudre- “love at first sight”



Becky wished she had been alive during the Renaissance because of her love of classical philosophy. She loved the way people came together to meld literature and art. If she could have been there, she thought, she could have come away with gold embellished leggings as a souvenir. But for now, she held her thumb against the fabric of her nylon leggings, trying to tuck the tag back in.  

Becky was looking forward to her date that evening with Roberto. She had met him in the half empty train station, and it had been coup de foudre. She knew her best friend Jenna did not believe in “love at first sight.” That particular day Roberto had been standing in the ticket line that was coiled around the pillar in the station. He had been wearing a crisp, new polo shirt and Becky felt he looked sumptuous! If they had met during the Renaissance, they would have fallen in love just as quickly as they had that day. Becky loved that Roberto was as romantic as she was.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #474

This is one of my favorite prompts and I am on the road again so I fell asleep last night before getting to it! https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/09/20/wordle-474/

A True Tale?

Once upon a time there was a ruthless leader who thought he could trump all the other rulers. He was a hypocrite of sorts, saying the country needs justice, but defiling all his democratic contenders. He was a sad man, not sorrow that would be felt for others, rather a pathetic sort of sadness that for whatever reason even his sycophants couldn’t see. When his blunders were made public he acted like a turtle, hiding in a shell, denying all wrong doings, until the anger came to an end and he could come out again without strain. He left his country feeling dead to the world, no longer the nation they were once proud of.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #473

Words:  face, flex, loon, tense, times, joy, bloom, moon, present, wrinkle, reflect, overcome  https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

You can overcome

When times get real tense 
and joy seems so far 
remember your face 
and the person you are 

you’ll loosen some stress 
by the light of the moon 
If you flex your neck 
like the neck of a loon 

Try not to resist 
Feeling wind as it blows 
Seeing how the birds fly 
how a flower bloom grows 

Be present in life 
just a wrinkle in time 
Reflect on your blessings 
Overcome those sublime

©2020 CBialczak Poetry