Sunday Writing Prompt — Poetic Justice

When I was but a young lad
I had a crush on a girl who lived on my block
She would mark up her sidewalk with chalk
In order to play hopscotch
A game whose premise I never quite got
But I enjoyed watching her leaping from spot to spot
And then bending over to pick up a rock

I once asked her if she’d teach me the game
And she responded in a collegial way
But I could never quite manage to hop properly
And she told me I was too heavy on my feet
So I ran home and returned with a bucket of water
That I poured over her chalk hopscotch squares

She started to cry and asked me why I did it
I said she mad me angry and my anger I needed to vent
“It’s poetic justice,” I yelled
Even though I didn’t know what it meant

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, where we are asked to write about “poetic justice” using poetry. Anyone who reads my blog knows that poetry is not my forte. However, I decided to craft this rather ramshackle poem in the effort to meet today’s poetic challenge and, as well, to incorporate these daily prompts: MMA Storytime (hopscotch), Your Daily Word Prompt (premise), Word of the Day Challenge (leaping), Ragtag Daily Prompt (colleague) The Daily Spur (heavy), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ramshackle).

Sunday Writing Prompt — Not My Circus

If you’re a hermit living in seclusion in a cave and are isolated from the rest of society, what I’m about to say doesn’t apply to you. For all of the rest of you, read on.

For this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, Sara gives us a picture of the three iconic monkeys and the expression, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

But the reality is that it is our circus. We live in a world where each of us is affected, to one degree or another, by the actions, deeds, and words of others.

The symbolism of the three monkeys is that it depicts a lack of moral responsibility on the part of those who refuse to acknowledge impropriety, who look the other way, or who feign ignorance. Such people turn a blind eye to something that is legally, ethically, or morally wrong. These people see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil and pretend that they have not witnessed or are aware of wrongdoing, and, therefore, abdicate all responsibility for righting a wrong.

Today, those who exercise willful ignorance and cover their eyes, their ears, and their mouths and who are unwilling to see, hear, or speak the truth about Donald Trump’s Big Lie are the personification of the three monkeys in what is the circus of chaos that Trump has created and that they perpetuate.

Clearly almost all Republicans in the Congress of the United States of America, as well as GOP state and local elected representatives from around the country, have abdicated their responsibilities to uphold the U.S. Constitution and to act in the best interests of their constituents, the citizens of America.

And they are making monkeys out of the rest of us.

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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — Am I Hallucinating?

Daniel pulled his head back from the powerful telescope at the observatory he was using to examine and evaluate the asteroid that was streaking across the western night sky. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He looked back at the image he saw in the telescope and thought that he had to be seeing things. “Hey Debbie, come here quickly,” he called out to his fellow astrophysicist who was on duty that night. Stepping down from the platform on which the telescope was mounted, he said, “Take a look at this and tell me what you see.”

Debbie stepped onto the platform, removed her glasses, and positioned her right eye over the cup of the eyepiece of the telescope. She twisted the focusing knob slightly until the image came into crisp focus.

“Tell me what you see,” Daniel insisted. Debbie stepped back and gave her fellow scientist a quizzical look. “Well?” Daniel asked.

“It’s the asteroid we’ve been following for the past several weeks, Daniel,” Debbie said.

“So you don’t see anything unusual about it?”

“What do you mean by unusual?” Debbie asked.

Daniel hopped onto the platform and looked at the asteroid again. “You don’t see any resemblance to a soccer ball? You don’t see those uniform black and white pentagon shapes across the surface of the asteroid? Am I hallucinating?”

Debbie smiled. “Well, there are what appear to be indentations on the leading surface of the asteroid that one might say gives the asteroid a slight resemblance to a soccer ball if one uses his or her imagination. That’s why the other day some of the team members jokingly nicknamed it the Beckham asteroid.”

“Oh thank God,” Daniel said. “I thought I may have been having an acid flashback and it was freaking me out.”

“Okay, then,” Debbie said, “can I get back to work now?”

“Sure, Debbie. I’m sorry to have interrupted you.”

“No worries, Daniel,” Debbie said, “but you might want to make an appointment with an ophthalmologist.”

Written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Image credit:

Sunday Writing Prompt — A Beautiful Mistake

We had decided to wait. We’d been dating for two years, living together for a year, and had finally gotten married. But neither of us wanted to rush into parenthood. We were both working, establishing ourselves in our respective careers, and we were still getting used to the idea of being a married couple.

Then, just a month after the wedding, she told me she was late. By a week. Then two weeks. She got the pee-on pregnancy test thing and, sure enough, she was pregnant.

We were always careful. She wasn’t on the pill for health reasons, and I was not big on condoms, so I made sure to pull out right before. Well, except for that one night. I made a mistake. And that was all it took.

We debated a course of action, but in the end, we decided to face the consequences of my mistake. Nearly eight months later, our daughter was born. And she was beautiful.

This post about what was an accidental pregnancy that turned out to be a wonderfully happy accident, was written for yesterday’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. And yes, I know that today is Monday, but yesterday was Mother’s Day and we were celebrating that day with our daughter, our beautiful mistake.

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — Reasons for Admission

“This list is ridiculous, sir,” Henry said after picking up and reading the list of conditions that would result in a woman being institutionalized in a mental hospital. “This is nonsense. There’s no science behind most of the items on this list.”

“Henry,” Dr. Snodgrass, the local health minister said, “this list was created by the most respected religious and political leaders in our community. They put a lot of hard work into creating this list. You know that women are delicate creatures and they need our help to set them on the path to righteousness and salvation.”

“Sir,” Henry said, “we are no longer in the dark ages. It’s 1865. Our country is going through an industrial revolution and women are playing a greater, more important role in our modern society than ever before.”

“I know this is a highly sensitive matter, Henry, and we must employ finesse to come to the aid of these poor, misguided damsels,” Dr. Snodgrass said.

“Sir, have you looked at some of the items on this list?” Henry asked. “Do you really believe that jealousy, reading novels, engaging in politics, keeping bad company, or being deserted by one’s husband are legitimate reasons to incarcerate women in an asylum?”

“My dear Henry,” Dr. Snodgrass said as he removed his spectacles and wiped them vigorously with his handkerchief, “you need to either get on board with these protocols for the practice of modern medicine or find yourself out on the street. Women need to know their place in the world and as professional men, it’s our job to make sure we put them in their place before they turn our society its head.”

“But Dr. Snodgrass….”

“Enough, Henry,” Snodgrass interrupted, holding up his hand in front of Henry’s face. “I’m late for joining our peers at the tavern in town for the Octoberfest festival. So either you may either join me and our colleagues, or get out of my way.”

Henry let out a sigh of resignation. “Fine, Doctor, I’ll join you.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (science), The Daily Spur (work), Ragtag Daily Prompt (help), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (finesse), MMA Storytime (festival)