Interesting, how at age 50, those early childhood memories become a bit more vivid.
One of the September NaHaiWriMo prompt words was “roadrunner.” This naturally took me down memory lane to Saturday morning cartoons.
Whether at home on the couch with dad, or bouncing on Grammie’s bed while she tried to sip her coffee without spilling from her antics, Saturday morning cartoons were a given. Predictable, treasured time filled with giggles and belly laughs before weekend chores and errands.
As a young parent, I didn’t have cable. I did have a small TV-VHS player. A friend lent me videotaped cartoons for my son when we were stuck at home while he got over some lengthy virus. Bored, glum and feverish, I will never forget his delighted laughter as he watchd the first cartton. Soul food!
The day 2 prompt for NaPoWriMo challenged us to pose questions in a natural setting, inviting the reader “continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem.” This seemed like a no-brainer for haiku or tanka. Enjoy!
Hummingbirds are interesting critters. Their ability to fly not just forwards but backwards and upside down is captivating. Put their flying capacity together with combativeness in defending their territory, add a hot summer day, covered porch, easy chair and cold beer, and voila! Quite the show. But, that’s not what this poem is about. Hummingbirds also hover. They hold their place in space and time. As symbols of eternity, hummingbirds can be hopeful or hopeless. You decide.
Today’s tanka brought to you by the NaHaiWriMo prompt everlasting/eternal, combined with an intriguing article on early Soviet children’s books and propaganda, a former Argentinian president who dreamed of greatness and started by educating his people, and an overlay of gloomy American news. It’s past time to rethink how we tend our garden.
This one deserves just a touch of explanation. I’m still sorting through all the photos I took from the June 30 Families Belong Together rally. One of the things that grabbed me was the attendance of so many families with babes in arms through youth. This is so important! Our children learn from us at our sides. Including at community rallies! They learn about what we believe is important, what we value and are willing to work for and support. They see people of all ages, all abilities, all walks of life joining together in common cause. The picture itself reminds me how important it is for folks no matter their opinion to take the time to really try and see, hear, and understand what the other person is saying. That happens only when we kneel next to them and look at the world from their perspective.
Written in response to the prompt at Carpe Diem #1441 La lluvia (The Rain).
Listening to the YouTube clip stirred up fond memories of dancing to
street musicians with my son when he was little, and his delight as a
toddler with mud and water. Enjoy!