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Saturday, February 7, 2026

Inquisitive Child

Have you ever been so intrigued that you delved into the whys of mysteries? As a child, I was always asking questions and searching for answers. One day during a summer stay at my Nonnie's house, I found a large box that was bigger than me. It looked like a junk box, so I wondered what was inside. The next day, I tiptoed into my uncle's room to take a peek, but the box was too tall for me to see what was inside. I decided to bend into the box anyway. I rummaged through papers and lots of junk. What follows is written in a tricube poem.

Inquisitive Child

many thoughts

from childhood

break open


mystery

of the box

uncle had


big and tall

unknown things

intrigued me


I indulged

in what could

be inside


rummaging

through paper

found a gem


tiny box

golden bright

was it junk


it looked real

thrown away

but why I


asked myself

while gazing

at the ring


showed Nonnie

scolded by

my uncle


why did he

throw away

a real ring


sadly I

let go but

wished for it

©CVarsalona, 2026


This memory from the past came by chance. I have been a member of Laura Shovan's February Daily Poetry Project for years. This marks the 14th year of Laura's birthday month, which is celebrated on Facebook. "For several years, in order to practice writing and repair the world (the Jewish concept of tikkun olam) during my birthday month, my blog hosted a community poet project." (Laura Shovan)

This year, 2026, the theme is mistory. One thought from Laura resonated with me. "Why does the unexplained or unknown fascinate us?" My experience as a pre-teen "Nancy Drew", led me to be a curious adult and a seeker of knowledge.


Teacher/poet/photographer, Molly Hogan, is our host of Poetry Friday. I thank her for the lovely winter ice logo above and poems created after Wendell Berry's mentor poem, Like Snow,. You will enjoy both of her short poems and those of her Inkling community. Click the link above.

Blogger's Note:
It is the beginning of another Arctic Blast of bitter cold temperatures but I am sitting in my chair bundled up to elevate my fractured ankle. Even though, I fell asleep before posting my blog, I woke after the stroke of midnight to find my computer sitting on my lap..

9 comments:

  1. Sorry to hear about your ankle!! Enjoyed your tricube about this memory and your thoughts on curiosity, mysteries, and the pursuit of knowledge. Now I'm wondering about that ring!

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  2. Carol, bummer about that ankle! I love all the tidbits in your poem and post about your life's mistory "seeker of knowledge", "pre-teen Nancy Drew," "curious adult and seeker of knowledge" and the beautiful "I woke after the stroke of midnight to find my computer sitting in my lap." Here's to a quick recovery. Fun post.

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  3. I'm sorry the ankle is still a problem, Carol, but was tickled when you said you fell asleep, which happens to me sometimes, too, usually with a book! I love the mystery you've told us, and also wonder why that ring was being discarded? Sorry I'm missing Laura's special month of writing. I used to do it but just don't have time anymore! Best wishes for healing & that cold to disappear!

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  4. As I was reading your post and poem, I immediately thought what a great fit it was for Laura's challenge! By the way, I was also a huge Nancy Drew fan and think she started my life-long love affair with mysteries and series! Sending healing thoughts your way!

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  5. Carol, you've created such an interesting story with your tricubes! Well done. The unexplained fascinates me, too.

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  6. Exactly: The unexplained, the unknown beguiles. And sometimes we never find out the answers. Your tricube story delights AND beguiles. Thank you, Carol.

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  7. Hi Carol, Now I want to know more about that ring and what was really going on! Your Tricube poem made me, your reader, feel as curious as you were. :-) (You must read Shel Silverstein's poems, What's in the Sack? and also What's in the Box?)

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  8. I'll echo Mary and say, "What a memory!" There has to be a story, and it's probably a sad one. Thank you for sharing!

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