During sibling wars
a child’s bat it becomes
On icy cold days
a holder of hot beverages
On sleepless nights
a companion for open eyes
When confusion clouds
a comforter for sought minds
At a loss for gifts
a lifetime purpose it offers
If a question strikes
a resounding resource it’s
On them tired moments
a beckoning pillow it makes
When challenged by techies
a living breathing thing it proves
So if you ask me why books
a truer friend there seldom is
Self-love training. Pfft.
Don’t they know forcing it only invokes hatred? Like mother did.
A few days ago, I came across a challenge—write a story about love in 14 words. Since half the world is celebrating Valentine’s Day today, thought I might post it here. What 14-word love stories can you come up with?
Embedded unseen
as butter in a cupcake
are some traditions
A stack of storeys
building one upon other
unwitting child’s dreams
From one to another
passing from hand to hand
an ideal that's oh so shiny
that everyone wants to see
to hold, caress, inflict upon
opinions and convictions
with the dirt in their feet
making a plaything of reality
leaving their mark on it
before passing to another
spreading it as wildfire
to fellow playmates—shrewd
and dirt-smeared as they
a game of shameless soccer
politics—dividing the world
