Little Red Riding Hood Comments
Once upon a sphere, where no time to touch was near.
Any lakes that should be crossed, she walked along the narrow roads.
She paces and waits, touching nothing that relates.
And while the trees are dead asleep the ones who hear are
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I like your poems. Some are thought-provoking and profound while others leave me with questions. I look forward to reading more. Your Word of Art readings are interesting and entertaining too.
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9/10/2025 2:08:54 PM # 1.0.0
As I was making something to eat it occurred to me that the fruit of the young means a child was eaten by the wolf... I think. Terrifying. Your poem got me thinking. I cut my finger as I was thinking and making something to eat; fortunately, no death resulted and all it required was a Bandaid.