Look What I Found!: Compilation 6/24/2022

I tried to write something for the prompts yesterday but nothing was coming to me, so I closed the computer lid and walked away. I came back today with a fresh set of hands and eyes and this is what I got!?

Plane – Image by KL Caley

Can you picture a person in the fresh open air
looking up at a plane and you follow their stare
It’s a plane on a stick and the stick in the ground
My head is now spinning around and around.
The essence of pleasure has been taken away
It takes one to know one, is what they all say
But whether indigenous or found far from here
My investigation is becoming quite clear
There’s a scroll at the base with a tiny rosette
I barely could take notice of words that were set
on the thin little paper rolled up with a bow
What it might say, I don’t really know.
My endeavor is over, my looking is done
This plane won’t fly far, it’s just there for fun
I envisage myself walking quickly away
But I might come to check this some other day.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

#writephoto

KL Caley hosts #writephoto
For visually challenged writersthe image shows a sign in the foreground with the words ‘Den Building’ on it. In the background is a den made of leaves and branches.

Hiding in a den
Hidden from the light
Eyes glow in the darkness
Giving us a fright
No sounds but little ticking
from clocks around our wrists
Looking for an exit
our minds and fears entwist
light slowly encroaches
diminishing our fears
Sounds of puppy panting
is music to our ears.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – Kites

KL Caley hosts #writephoto: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2022/04/14/writephoto-kites/

Kites – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a pavilion with people flying kites around it.

Goodnight

Perfect ending to the day
the clouds are rolling in
Children fly their kites so high
The highest kite will win.
But perfect days must end sometime
and going home’s a must
They’ll be back again one day
In that they truly trust!

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

#Writephoto: Out to Sea

KL Caley is the host: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2022/04/07/writephoto-distance/

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an island across a stretch of water. Upon which you can see some ruins and a white lighthouse.

Some days are harder than others and today is a difficult one. I don’t know what triggers the hard days. I suppose I need this writing to clear my head. Thanks for reading.

Someday

For someday I may see you there
Standing in the open air
Not a figment not a phase
Just my son, the one I’d raised
For now I wait and cry instead
I can’t get sad out of my head
Some days are easy some are not
I try to be thankful for what I’ve got
It doesn’t seem fair to those who live
that I don’t have as much to give
a part of me was lost that night
When you were taken out of sight.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

#Writephoto

Hosted by KL Caley

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

Knock, Knock!

Who’s there?

This week’s photo sprinkles a little fairy dust into our lives.

Fairy – Image by KL Caley
For visually challenged writersthe image shows a huge tree with a small blue fairy door on it.

The Fairy’s Prayer

Come on over, 
Knock at my door
You’ll catch me as you’ve done before.

I sit here waiting
Hoping you
Will come and catch me like you do.

I wait and wait
And wait some more
For you to come knock on my door.

I’ll wait for you
Won’t watch the clock
Just sit here in this chair and rock.

I hear you now
Are you outside?
Don’t be afraid, don’t run, don’t hide.

I won’t hurt you
No sir no
I don’t want you to ever go.

Stay with me 
Here in my tree
And see how much you mean to me. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – STEPS

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett

Find it here: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/05/27/writephoto-steps/

It wasn’t much farther but Bethany didn’t know if her legs would get her there. She had been walking for so long that she hadn’t realized she was almost home. Just a few more steps…By now she had blisters on both heels from her cheap sneakers and an ache in each of her big toes from that horrible pedicure she had spent way too much on. Why didn’t she think of these things before she left? It didn’t matter now. In a few dreaded steps up she would enter the alley that led her to her door. She couldn’t wait to get in bed and forget this whole thing had happened.

#writephoto: crescent

Darkness

Ode to the tree that stands high on the hill 
holding the moon in its branches. 
Ode to the clouds that float right by the tree  
holding the moon in the sky. 
Ode to the setting sun that sets in the west 
holding a bit of sunlight for the moon. 

Layers of darkness 
Life moves slowly around us 
Sharing the sun’s light 

Darkness only hides the beauty from our eyes.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for: https://scvincent.com/2020/08/20/thursday-photo-prompt-crescent-writephoto/

#writephoto

Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/08/13/thursday-photo-prompt-clouded-writephoto/

Clouds

As the storm clouds began to roll over the low range mountains, we could hear the silence and the smell of moss and fresh cut grass filled our nostrils and our minds, reminding us that this green comes when the clouds roll in.  

Clouds roll on the land 
Covering the ground with life 
Fear was never here. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry