When You Were Young

You happened upon a fountain of youth,
The water so pure and clear,
Taking a drink you were instantly transported,
To the innocence of your childhood years
The good ole days,
with iced tea on the table,
mac and cheese in the microwave,
and finally seeing Aunt Mable.
When you used to sit on the floor
and let your imagination go wild,
while grandma would watch TV 
and look after the second and third child.
There was no indication of the outside world,
you were comfortable in that little bubble,
that tossed and twirled
and let you feel humble.
These were the innocent times,
there were no worries or obligations,
Just Lego, dolls, and cartoons,
Our vivid childhood imaginations


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forever Young.”

I previously published this post on November 19, 2014 in response to Salad Days and am now reposting it for this similar prompt topic, with some modifications.

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A Little Ten to Ten

Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.


Day 214

Sitting down at the Waffle House, I met the 13th version of me,

we glanced at each other with an uncertain air and were offered some coffee.

But we both rejected it, having no desire for the taste,

and not taking it black would have been a disgrace.

So we sat and had a ten to ten,

maybe sipped on some soda or chewed on a pen.

I told him about his life, what he was going to be,

how in ten years he would still not be free.

He didn’t seem quite interested, being wrapped up in his own world,

well, the most challenging thing he would face would be finding the love of a girl.

Most rewarding? Graduating from college to try to find a career.

Most fun? Sitting in front of a computer screen year after year.

After all was said and done,

We simply said goodbye,

there wasn’t much closure, nor much eye to eye.

Because we were parallels of each other,

cut from the same cloth,

and our conversation wouldn’t booster, it would merely fall, drop.

But there was one thing I forgot to say to him,

that might be useful one day:

Don’t waste your time on Twitter, you’ll waste your life away.

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My 13 year old life ten years ago (from a technological standpoint):

  • Was living in an old farmhouse way back in the sticks and going to be fairly racially divided school. Seventh grade was a struggle as I got bad grades consistently and just couldn’t get the help that I needed.
  • Did not own a high definition television like I do now – all I had was a massive Sanyo CRT that sat precariously on a fragile cabinet.
  • Was still using an old dial up 56k modem (the nostalgic connecting sound still resonates in my head). Getting on to the Internet was more of a satisfying reward back then. No Wi-Fi, had to string a long phone cord from the upstairs bedroom, down the stairs, and into the back of an ancient Packard-Bell tower sitting on the floor.
  • Email was actually less obtrusive back then since I didn’t have multiple accounts, only one Hotmail that maybe got a couple messages in it a week. Now I have accounts all over the place, some I don’t even remember the passwords to, and they all are chock full of messages, most of them junk.
  • Had a PlayStation 2 in 2004 that worked like a champ. In 2014, I have no game console, my broken PS3 being snatched up by my sister in Wisconsin.
  • Facebook had just come out in 2004 but of course I wouldn’t know about it, it only being at a small number of Ivy League schools. There was no Twitter, YouTube, Tumblr, Pinterest, Instagram, or Flickr. WordPress was very new, having been introduced in 2003, and not known by a lot of people yet. Did not have a blog until 2013 and I don’t even think it was even a word yet, or was still simply called a “web log” before being crunched down to one word.
  • One of the most popular cell phones in 2004 was the flip phone but I didn’t own one since they were expensive and I had no money or any need for a phone in that case.
  • Netflix was around in 2004 but I didn’t know about it and anyway, TV shows and movies would be terrible to watch on a small CRT monitor over a sluggish dial-up connection.
  • There were 5 Harry Potter books, but I would not get my hands on the fifth until the next year.
  • Was using Google search exclusively. Bing was called MSN search and Yahoo was still not a friend of mine.
  • Did not know about the iPod or any mp3 player device, even though it was invented in 2001. Did not even own a CD player until 2007, my musical tastes still quite mysterious.
  • Bush was President in 2004, we Americans complaining about him. Obama is Prez in 2014, we are still complaining.

DP #57

Photo 101: Lonely, Lonely Leaf

Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning. (Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.)


1113-Sidewalk-2

Lonely, lonely leaf,

you were blown so far away,

from the meadow to across the street,

the car chasing you into the hands of ‘arm’s way.

you ended up on my sidewalk,

now just staring up at the sky,

the bright mornings roll on, and the darkness paints new dyes.

great days await, but you are just one who fell from the tree,

landing at the asphalt like so many souls before my knee.

to preserve your memory, I placed you in my view frame,

pressed the button, and gave you a name:

you are the lonely leaf,

so small, so simple, so fragile,

having no thoughts but the need to find ways to travel.

you were not easy to capture though,

the wind blowing and rolling you like a baker’s dough,

your paperthin body leading me on a chase,

trying to make sure my skills go to waste.

but just then my pocket buzzed,

and I pulled out the thing that was making such a fuss:

it was a call from one of those howlers,

telling me with great excitement

that I had just won a million dollars.

you are just a lonely, lonely leaf,

that will never be remembered,

and as I am writing this,

you are long gone,

becoming once more a part of the weather.

1113-Sidewalk


DP #57– #photo101

Call From Beyond – Haiku

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?


Mysterious words from the ethereal
Lateness of the hour
His fate realized for the first time

PTDC0213 (2)


DP #55

Tale of a Foodie

Daily Prompt: Mouths Wide Shut


Food is my guilty pleasure

Boundless energy for the soul

A smorgasbord of selection from heavenly send

Salivating my taste buds; ah, what thou sweet sensation, bittersweet, hint of zest?

This ever longing hunger that never concedes

A drum beating loudly, echoing incessantly

A crashing wave, it’s crests so high

The tempting thoughts of a geisha’s cry

A beggar man once said,

“Give me forty loaves and I will show you the world”

But blasphemy it was

For so called beggar

Was the scornful eye

Not so much I wouldn’t trek

To cuisines far and wide

At least what validated sense has witnessed

Taking control, the omnipresence

Never tried liver and onions but it’s not implausible

Pickled herring, frog legs, cow tongue, marzipan?

Kidney pie, Yorkshire pudding, taffy-loo, crème brûlée?

A fish fresh caught never sought either

The biggest point buck I couldn’t even sear

See, my palette is still quite raw

Having never ventured past usual suspects

But I would never dare say

That I wasn’t open to new choice cuts

These food grains

How irresistibly they intoxicate my mouth

“Brilliantly so,” said the chef

The profound dish of parsley and thyme

Sewn together like the pastiche of wise minds

A foodie so I am

Chasing the invited smells of delicacies

Oh, this of mine can never die

My road to eternal satisfaction

Is still quite open…

Words of a foodie

Short and Sweet

Brevity pulls me 

From the long winded scribe —

Touch of cotton

Brevity: The fuel efficient car of words


In Response to the Daily Prompt: Brevity Pulls