WQW #42-The Mysterious Sense of Touch

Currently, this weekly writing challenge runs from Wednesday through Tuesday at noon. All you need is at least one quote to go with your post. Share photos, and/or write a poem, story, or memoir. Just have fun with it and let the quote or quotes lead the way.

Below is a photo I took of my oldest granddaughter (when she was just a toddler) while she was making friends with a wild frog at a little pond that we set up at our forest get-away location. It goes so well with the Mitch Albom quote below, I’ve nothing else to add.

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you’d do it, touching everything, taking nothing. – Mitch Albom


Haibun Monday: Look up!- An Imagined Storm

Today I want you to write about a time you looked up and saw. . .something. If nothing comes to mind, then look up now. What do you see? Write a haibun about it.

Out of nowhere, an extremely close clap of thunder shook my bones. It was the kind that crackled as it dissipated.
Four pairs of bewildered, less than 5-year-old, eyes looked up examining my face for my reaction. Keenly aware of my role as an interpreter and guardian, I smiled and said, “Whoa guy! What do you think those angels dropped this time?”.
A cacophony, almost as intense as the thunder, surrounded me with suggestions:
“A bowling ball!”
“I think it’s a statue that gots tipped over!”
“It’s a bookcase one of them was climbing on! I heard papers falling like when I did that!”
“Oh no it’s not. It sounds just like my Daddy’s hammer smashing a window when Mommy locks him out!”
Luckily, not a moment later, a series of quick flashes changed the subject until the same child, who was just exposing sensitive family business, spoke again,
“Yep. I was right! There’s Mommy’s shooting our fireworks back at Daddy!”

Seedlings grow on a promise
Spring’s hopeful bounty
Fated to weather some storms

[The fireworks and hammer are fictitious but the reaction of children when startled and their humorous tendency to expose and embellish stories about their parents during my family daycare years, are quite true.]


d’Verse Quadrille #156- No Contest

Here’s how to join in:

  • Write a 44 word poem sans title including the word “wrap” and post it on your blog or website.
  • Enter your name and direct link to your poem in Mr. Linky.
  • Follow the links to other poets. Read, comment and come back later as the prompt is open all week.
  • Provide a link to dVerse so others can find us too.
  • Drop in to say hello in our discussion below.
  • That’s a wrap! Have fun!

  • It was MY moment of fame,
    An actor’s first claim,
    Selling a product
    And building a name.

    But the spotlight endorsed
    A child, of course,
    So, my moment of stardom
    Took a turn for the worse!

    Upstaged by innocence.
    “And that’s a wrap, folks!”


Six Sentence Story- Progress Shouldn’t Hurt

Prompt word: labyrinth

She’d always thought her grandparents- born at the beginning of the 20th century- were the generation who witnessed the most dynamic human change in a lifetime, but the cultural changes of her sixty-six years eclipsed those industrial, medical, and technological advances they had beheld.

Her stomach twisted every time she reminisced about her childhood of jumping rope on the playground and feeling completely safe only to return to her present, a place and time of declared progress yet tragically foreign and ominous.

She’d like to blame it all on the 1960s but on closer examination there really was a labyrinth of cultural rot that went unnoticed while the rapid “advancement” of the human experience was cheered along.

The hippies, militaristic feminism, and the drug culture, were just the first glaringly emboldened movements to take center stage; all made possible by the everyday comforts and prosperity that the enormous leap of the sciences had secured.

Earlier, when she walked by the schoolyard, small children stood separated wearing surgical masks just twirling in circles with one child erupting in a rant filled with vulgar language getting no notice from the teacher nearby.

One child’s eyes widened with shock and met hers, but to steal her hoping to guard her precious innocence was not possible, so she wept for her instead as she walked home praying for all those children’s future.


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #162- Guardian of Hope

from Anita Creations at DeviantArt.com.

Malia shut down all her ‘accounts’ and returned to a place where innocence had once been her entire reality. It was going to be her Walden experience.
Her family hadn’t bothered to sell their “little piece of heaven”, which had remained raw in its remoteness and untended state, so no one objected to her pilgrimage.
It was a shock to her adult urban mentally when she discovered how much effort ‘living simply’ was. Time to contemplate life was limited by ‘living’.
She’d hope to escape the ugliness she’d observed in her 30 years and found that she couldn’t ‘wash’ it from her subconsciousness. “You can run but you cannot hide.” was a recurring notion that depressed her.
On a gently lit calm morning, Malia wandered along a path she’d played on as a child. The rock where she and her siblings once played “King of the hill” beckoned her to sit.

It was there that Malia realized those memories and innocent beginnings were the sturdy foundation that her life had been built upon. No matter how many times she had been knocked down, that ‘rock’ remained. Moss and debris could be swiped aside anytime she wished.
In that moment, she’d found the treasure she was seeking. It was the rediscovery of her innocent happy childhood. That alone, was the secret to a lifetime of hope. Hopeful people are strongly armed for any, and all, life assaults.
Malia packed and returned to the city, days later.
Her mission?
To advocate for children… with the focus on protecting their innocence.
Saving humanity from itself had found a new warrior who had discovered the essence of what needed to be done.

FOWC-Float- “Why?”

Today’s word is “float.”

If I could influence the world, I’d give everyone the ability to float above the constant barrage of smaller details, conflicts, crises, to ‘see’ the Big Picture of forces in this world. By Big Picture I mean, the possible consequences and the baseline importance of actions and their long-term implications.
The only way this is accomplished is by being that little kid who answers every explanation with “Why?”.
Have you noticed how difficult it is to ask questions these days?
That discomfort makes me immediately ask “Why?”
“Why are you mad that I ask questions? “.
“Why are you calling me a ‘conspiracy theorist’ when I examine stuff more closely than you?”
“Are you suggesting conspiracies don’t exist? or are you telling me that your certainty is all I need? or are you lacking imagination and don’t understand the need for questions?”
“How would conspiracies ever be discovered if people couldn’t or wouldn’t imagine them?”
“If you won’t talk to me, and share your ideas, how will I figure things out?”
“Do you think I want bad things to happen or am I ruining your too busy day?”
Einstein said, “If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.”
“Isn’t that the definition of the “Big Picture”?
“Doesn’t that mean the details are not as good as a broad understanding?”
“How can people understand without asking questions?”
“Why shouldn’t I ask them?”
“Why are some people packaged and dismissed for superficial reasons like race, political affiliation, and length of schooling?”
“Aren’t we all people?”
“Don’t we all have brains and concerns and value?”
“Why are my questions less important than your conclusions?”
IMHO- the name calling and labeling of people for their ideas and questions should stop. The people, who do that, are just creating, and dwelling upon, distracting details and holding us all back from understanding.
We’re all in this together folks. ❤

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt-Hazy- January 25, 2022- Note to Parents

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When they’re feeling hazy and striving to be polite,
Parents lose their clarity between what’s ‘day’ and ‘night’.

Kids don’t know the difference.
They need a solid view.
Don’t forget your purpose,
You must tell them what to do.

You’re not being mean or bossy,
It’s kinder. Be a guide.
To give kids blind consenting rights,
Is no way to take their side.

You wouldn’t let them wander
Alone on streets at night.
They have no moral compass yet,
So, teach them ‘wrong’ from ‘right’.

Your job as an adviser,
Is to translate where to go.
Dismiss the whack pop culture,
And tell them what YOU know.

They’ll thank you in the future.
They’ll feel more ‘safe and sound’.
You’ll arm them with a purpose
With their feet upon the ground.

Probity’s the treasure that
Thieves are ripe to rob.
Guard all children’s innocence,
And kindly do your job.