Thursday photo prompt: Circle #writephoto: A reblog 15th October

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Mr. Berry

Mister Baxter Berry 
lived out by the trees. 

He hated to have visitors 
he was very hard to please. 

He’d walk alone in darkness 
he really loved the night. 

We thought that he was creepy 
to see him caused us fright. 

When one day we went looking 
to see how he had been. 

We only found the remnants 
of the house that he lived in.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/thursday-photo-prompt-wishes-writephoto/

Ribbons

Ribbons in the fairy garden 

Blow in the breezes so soft 

Colors for each and all to enjoy 

Branches keep them aloft. 

Promises whispered 

Wishes can come true 

Into the fairy garden 

An angel walks with you. 

Set your heart on your sleeve 

And allow fairies to share 

The love that they know is desired

Breezes blow love in the air.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

This weeks #writephoto: Causeway

Written for Sue at: https://scvincent.com/2020/05/07/thursday-photo-prompt-causeway-writephoto/

The horizon

Pink mixes with shades of blue 
blanketing the ocean 
meeting at the horizon. 

Water flows back to the sea 
Knowing where it came from 
Aware of where it wants to be. 

Peaceful harmony 
two worlds collide as they make 
a perfectly straight line.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday Writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/23/thursday-photo-prompt-eve-writephoto/

Monsters in the night

Into the dark night  
with their fire ablaze  
the monsters take flight  
their strength will amaze.  
 
You won’t be safe now  
not ’til they are dead  
We need to stay safe  
and clear in the head.  
 
Fight hard for your life  
it’s all for real  
they don’t care if you  
do hurt or don’t feel.  
 
Don’t say I never  
have warned you before.  
They will show up late 
right at your front door. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Otherworldly #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s Challenge: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/16/thursday-photo-prompt-otherworldly-writephoto/

The traveler

He looked and looked  
and he could see  
that the world  
was near empty.  
 
He did not know  
how far he’d come  
and now stuck here  
felt sort of dumb.  
 
Where was he now?  
Where should he go?  
alone in here  
how would he know?  

Oh me, oh my  
he started to cry  
Without some help  
he knew he’d die.  
 
With only one  
pair of pants  
He had to hurry  
he had one chance.  

The night grew dark 
and no one came 
he knew this was 
the ending game.  
 
He lay back down  
upon the sand  
closed his eyes and 
died on land. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday Photo Prompt: Bells #writephoto

Hosted by Sue Vincent: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/09/thursday-photo-prompt-bells-writephoto/

Sweet Scent of Bells

I made my sticks a teepee 
and hoped that they would stay 
I wanted to enjoy the bells 
in case they went away. 

I sat amongst the flowers 
like living in a dream 
the fragrance was as soft as silk 
and smelling like a cream. 

I found myself reliving 
my joyful days of past 
hoping that this sweetness 
was always going to last.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Torrent: Thursday’s #writephoto

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My Soul

My soul flows freely like a river 
flooded by the rains 
surrounded by rock to hold me together 
leading someplace new 
always changing 
always present.  

My soul flows freely like a river 
with a torrent of happiness, 
sadness, and fear 
waiting to flood the foundation 
I have built for myself 
Built to hold myself firmly to the ground. 

©2020 CBialczak

For: https://scvincent.com/2020/03/05/thursday-photo-prompt-torrent-writephoto/

#writephoto: Memory

Written for Sue Vincent’s Write Photo: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/2604421534

He knew if was here. If only he had drawn himself some sort of map! He didn’t think he would forget so easily.
It had been only two short years when they came to The Rocks. This was one of the well-known tourist spots, only out-of-towners don’t know the story behind the rocks.
Now, he would have to search, looking for some clue as to where he buried the box. He thought he had buried it under the “chin” of the rock’s face. Unfortunately, there was no evidence of ever being disturbed and he hated to be the first one to disturb this area.
If he found the box he would be able to go home, but if he didn’t he would die searching.

Headline: Man found at The Rocks, clutching wooden box. Death to be determined.

©2020 CBialczak