High Hair, Lofty Ambition,
Independent air, defying Tradition.
Smooth as silk, Nureyev moves,
By Leaps and Bounds and martial art grooves.
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What a lovely poem about your grandson! You capture so much of the joy of youth in your writing. Good use of repetition alliteration rhyme. This is obviously a well crafted poem that moves with the music and energy of a boy of 11. What I like most of all is the way you've captured the way a young person lives in the moment..and the observation of that from an 'older' person, who clearly appreciates that while also stepping back and looking at the full picture from past, present, and then future. I almost imagine you're watching him do a performance or competition of some sort as you tell his story. So well done.
Thanks again Pamela for reading this fairly private and inconsequential poem. Yes, my grandson shows his graces in Tai-kwon-do and Baseball and it is such a pleasure to be his audience. You always are able in your critiques to capture the essence of what a poet is trying to say!
Pamela's eye can capture what we, others, can not.Reading her comments we can understand too.She is right, you picture the impression of the training in taek-wo do.