Forth, or: Baby steps

My 1st kerf it's a risk to live life; every step a person takes could lead to tragedy, suffering, pain. men shall always know strife; diseases; deaths; hurts, heartbreaks; these horrors have driven people insane. newborns given no choice; parents choose to bring them forth, hoping they will find our hard world humane. at their… Continue reading Forth, or: Baby steps

Hold your horses, or: Zigzag

Epistrophe + Anaphora = Symploce  Hold your child's hand when you walk together Upon crossing the street, keep together Upon crossing paths with old folks make way Teach her it's considerate to make way Teach her to remember your phone numbers Should she get lost she'll know your phone numbers Should she let go of you she… Continue reading Hold your horses, or: Zigzag

Dear Dr. Seuss, or: Should I say Mr. Geisel?

A tribute I once was a boy, a few decades ago, that took joy in your words; in your humor and flow. Read most of your books, though perhaps not them all, even some adult stuff, though I was yet quite small. Read Cat in the Hat more times than I could count; your wit… Continue reading Dear Dr. Seuss, or: Should I say Mr. Geisel?

Threat, or: Promise

My 1st Tawddgyrch Cadwynog Based on a true story "If you don't play, I'm gonna die!" Her end was nigh; What could I say? So? Yay or nay? My child's not shy... Should I comply? I sighed. "Okay." Some later day, she threatened me - "I'll die! You'll see!" sulked little fae. Patience did fray;… Continue reading Threat, or: Promise

Through my eyes, or: In your arms

My 1st sijo Carry me to safety in your arms \\ to somewhere far away Where is your reassuring smile \\ which always soothes me so? What if COVID gets in through my eyes \\ when I cry in fear? Notes My intent was to write a sijo poem related to the global pandemic;The poem… Continue reading Through my eyes, or: In your arms

Respond to your children with love

Respond to your children with love in their worst moments, their broken moments, their angry moments, their selfish moments, their lonely moments, their frustrated moments, their inconvenient moments; because it is in their most unlovable human moments that they most need to feel loved.― L. R. Knost