A 'Waltz Wave' por- tals ex- ist, my child; that, perhaps, is what I'd most like to impart to you while you yet perceive me as an au- thori- ty in your budding world - just - be- lieve. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #170 image credit: Sylvian Sarrailh @ Digiartque The 'waltz wave' poem… Continue reading In yourself, or: In a better future
d’Verse prosery My plush, I'm told, is beautiful; and I suppose I'm glad it seems so… certainly for my child's sake. I taught myself the blind stitch specifically to prevent her from seeing the despair that binds these sundry cottony sheets. Everything I do is stitched with its color, but the threads are all cleverly… Continue reading Until she learns to sew
Poetry Partners #156 'Cars and bars', a poem by Charles of 'Oldageist' Rusty cars and smoke filled bars. A trailer house on the edge of town with a number on the mailbox, no name to be found. Open roads and wide open spaces, and always the urge to be in different places. I can’t say… Continue reading Buffalo roam, or: Heart is
A Limerick Pa couldn't find his hiking boots But hearing the kids' snorts and hoots, He searched with lips pursed, Expecting the worst, And found them full of soil and roots. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #167 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this photo of an old pair of boots sitting on a… Continue reading Boots, or: Hoots
A 'Shadorma' I confess We have spoiled our child; She enjoys receiving gifts on holidays, birthdays, and throughout the year. Our spoiled child decided to bake chocolate cookies for her entire class, just to share in her happiness. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #166 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this photo of a… Continue reading Spoiled, or: Happy
A 'Shadorma' I teach my child to think about words; to break them apart. I say, "Breakfast is 'breaking' your 'fast' when you wake." My child bursts with unexpected insights. One morning, at breakfast, she exclaims, "after- -noon is 'after' 'noon'!" ‘What do you see’ Prompt #161 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this… Continue reading Breakfast, or: Afternoon
In Israel, there's a state exam for second-graders that aims to identify advanced students. There are two stages of this exam; the children who pass the first stage go on to the second, more challenging stage. I don't have all of the information about this exam, but, essentially, children who are identified as "advanced" are… Continue reading The exam for advanced second-graders
A Choka their little faces turn to us for confidence their innocent eyes look up trustingly to ours reach up for our hands wrap themselves around our legs for stability for we epitomize truth embody balance feet grounded in life wisdoms though we're winging it daily Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Little faces, or: Innocent eyes
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