every poet mother’s dream


Poetry may not be flowing from my pencil, but the poetry bug is here in my house (so much better than the stomach bug)!  Witness the magnetic poem my eight-year-old wrote today:


While eye desert the forest of blue guitars
surprises will unlikely round up bad
& that a solution in color
with surprises.
A new world without fear.
This recognizes every reality
slowly life is a light toward yesterday
and tomorrow.


Is he brilliant or what!

5 responses »

  1. Dang! That “forest of blue guitars” is wonderfully quirky, and those last two lines are more profound than most poems in their entirety. Good thing he has a poet to nourish that gift. 🙂

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