Shower

The week was hot and Gloria listened to her grandson Brian justify the latest rally with such fervor that she felt his self-righteousness pummel her aging body.  She was young once herself, but she wished Brian didn’t have to learn things the hard way just as her father wished the same for her.

In response to her objections Brian increased the force of his argumentation until his mother, tired of overhearing them, called to him from the kitchen.  Wiping her eyes Gloria wondered why people couldn’t see how easy it was to waste their short lives.

Brian agreed to apologize and the next morning he brought in a tray with his grandma’s breakfast, but after trying he couldn’t wake her. He yelled for his dad while outside a storm began pounding a heavy shower battling the heat wave.


Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story with the prompt word “shower”.

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Thunder Showers Coming

One-Liner Wednesday – Tangled

A tangled tongue is better tuned with truth that’s kind and useful.


Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com
Yellow Flowers

Abstract

Fancy bugs who flutter there
Are not out flying blind.
While abstract colors fill the field
There’s nectar that live flowers yield
So those who seek may find.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “abstract”. The top photo reminds me of the random splattering of color like on some works of abstract art and whatever that is in the bottom photo it fits my abstract idea of “bug”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. A friend of mine, Vince, has a backyard with flowers. We noticed there an unidentified flying object whose wings fluttered rapidly like a hummingbird but who looked like a bug sipping nectar along with the bumblebees. We tried to find it in a field guide to insects but the most we could conclude was that we were glad we didn’t run into some of the other stuff that was illustrated in that guide. Finally, giving up, we decided to call this unknown bug “Vince’s Bug”, or Bugus Vincentus to use my best pig Latin, and we welcomed it home.

Vince’s Bug

Steward

Jim spent decades getting sick without realizing it.  When finally diagnosed with an autoimmune disease he didn’t believe it.  Sure he had a belly, but he felt fine.  Reality smacked him and he rejected all prescribed medications.  He would rewind his life’s bad habits starting with his diet.

That took time, but he lost weight.  His biomarkers improved. The diet became habitual. Jim forgot he was even on it.

He stopped thinking about himself. He realized he was consuming less. Perhaps even he, old Jim, could steward the earth rather than want to eat more and more of it.


Linked to the Carrot Ranch July 23 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the theme of “a story to show what it is to protect nature around us”.

In the Sun

Potcake Poet’s Choice: Frank Hubeny, “True”

Here is one of my poems featured on Robin Helweg-Larsen’s formal verse site, “Form in Formless Times”. Thank you, Robin!

Form in Formless Times

Frank Hubeny Frank Hubeny

The cloudy image on the lake
Comes from the gracious morning light
We left the darkness of the night,
Became aware of what’s at stake.
We now renew, rejoice, remake,
Reflect on what we know as true.
Our part seems small, like morning dew,
But later when the victory’s won
We may find out it was well done
And fully know and be known too.

Frank Hubeny writes: “I often write to prompts. I know other people who are also participating in the prompt will at least give the poem a glance. Ronovan is one of the many people out there posting writing prompts. He has a weekly Décima Poetry Challenge. This form has ten 8-syllable lines with a particular rhyme scheme: abbaaccddc. I do like the sound of four beats per line. I often post my own photos and so write about them if the theme of…

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Darkness #writephoto

Avoid the darkness and the mess
You’ll make when rushing out tonight.
Tomorrow, true, you might confess.
If not, sleep in. Out goes the light.

Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. The photo above was provided by Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Image for #writephoto
Sue Vincent’s Image for #writephoto

Kind

Our lives seem flippant, short and free.
We need some rules and if you find
One that might work, slow down. Be kind.
Don’t fight for every cause you see
For some turn sour eventually.
So stand up strong for what is right.
Obediently praise the light,
But fear that foul self-righteousness.
Out back’s a bucket for such mess
With soap to make your stained clothes bright.

Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “kind” as a rhyme work in either line 2 or 3.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Framed By Graffiti

Hunch – Six Sentence Story

Jim noticed the movement of the mist on the pond as he went to the garden.  He had a hunch Mary would be tending the vines. 

She told him she was pregnant.  One can’t escape consequences and sometimes one doesn’t want to.

I could have said they smiled, but no. They laughed and made new plans.


Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge Six Sentence Story with the prompt word “hunch”.

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Morning Mist

One-Liner Wednesday – Exit

While cruising down the road to hell I saw an exit, took it, and, though slow and narrow, winding, too, I knew that this back road would do.


Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

The Rough With the Smooth

Rough around the edges,
Smoother where it shows -
Plants know well how rough we get.
Make room. Watch out. They'll grow.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “the rough with the smooth”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The weeks go by and I have the same things to smile about – pleasant social relationships (although modified by social distancing) and we are able to take walks. I have been to the forest preserve multiple times.

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