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.
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.
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”.
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…
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.
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.