prompt 165 when do we grow up?
(being a break from our “listening prompt theme”)
forgive. some significant health issues have resulted in this break from the theme we began last week. between that discomfort and the medications my ability to focus on much has been severely limited for now. in result I offer up this one-up topic prompt already written. my apology for the break. the theme idea was mostly in my rather “low service” head and we’ll be back to it as soon as possible. thanks for your responses. meanwhile…
when do we grow up?.
have you had those times (or still do), no matter your age or experience, when you yet feel of yourself a child’s ignorance, not really ready to stand your ground?
what does it mean, growing up? how will we know if we are?
as a writer? how long do we play with not-knowing, like what we say doesn’t yet count, isn’t really worth attention, make any difference we can care about?
simply being a certain age, does that make you grown-up?
or does becoming a parent, like saying, look-see, I made a child of my own so then I must be grown-up now? really?
is being grown-up a mathematical progression? an accumulation of merit badges?
is it merely physical? emotional? how about spiritual?
answer as a writer writing. (answer as a person personing.) (both?) (play!)
directly how you reply with your poem, all yours to imagine. playful or serious (or both in one?). all your writer’s choice.
- free associations welcome. how are we like or not like honey bees?
is the flower ripe? is our honey sweet?
(do serious questions require serious answers?)