Sometimes, they'll come when
called, clamoring, wanting their
voices to be heard. In their haste,
they push and shove each other
from the pen, jostling, shouting ---
wanting to be the first one on
the page. I have to remind them
that each of them is important;
each will have their say. And at
other times, they get stubborn,
refusing to listen to their Muse:
they've developed selective
hearing all of a sudden. They'd
much rather stay in their room.
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (6/4)
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Reviews of "Poetry Is A Lot Like Raising Children ..."
A new to me perspective on our (poet's) children. Very creative. Stay safe. I just had a severe thunderstorm at my place. I immediately thought of you. God bless. JMW
GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!! AND DON'T SLAM THE DOOR!! They stomp off, mumbling something you just can't quite get as they go... Those mumbled words lie dormant until days/weeks/months/years have passed, and if transplanted correctly in the right memory, they grow like hair from the tops of other children's heads... -Charlie
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Georg
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
God Bless
Michelle~
Cryssa
This is adorable, Karla; delightful poem! Very well written/illustrated; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Fee
cheers,
dan
patient.
Karla, I guess one of the things we learn in raising children is
patience. And the happy surprises. You're right on this fine poem.
- Gene.
I really like this creative write Karla...
John
Blessings,
Joyce B.