How do you balance
the kind and the cruel
The good and the bad
of life’s golden rule
As reason pulls tightly,
treason pulls back
Living in conflict,
together intact
Tragic, comedic,
while often as both
Angels and Demons
commingle betrothed
A savior, destroyer,
calling our name
A garden of riches
—caught in the flames
(Haverford College: February, 2021)
The North Wind
Killer of dreams
—the moment says goodbye
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)
To My Children
For now, I want to see your face,
and gaze into your eyes
To hear your voice within my ears
—I’ll text you when I die
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
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Hi Kurt, some very nice verse. "To My Children" I hear that.
Thanks Jerry. I know it's endemic to their generationābut I hate texting.
Another example of the artificiality of life in the new millennium.
Kurt
Jekill and Hyde, finding a balance is as you write, a difficult thing.
Agree with you on the third one. I hate it when I call my son and he does not answer, but then I text and he texts back right away....
Thanks Fred. I stopped answering their texts a couple years ago but
then I didn't hear from them at all. š
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