“Temper temper..” Another way to look at anger (Poem)


My little girl is full of fire,

A righteous thirst,

A just desire,

With healthy lungs she owns her cause

And marks punctuation with each of her falls,

There is no way to quell her flame,

As feral beast cannot be tamed,

And so direct it to a lane,

To celebrate that fire.


It was brought to my attention that children have the exact same traits as adults, and yet we judge them (and their parents) harsher than any adult that we’ve met.

That’s not to say that we see adults falling and the floor and kicking the walls (yes, that happens on a daily for both me and her), but adults do the equivalent in a lot of passive-aggressive ways because society has deemed it acceptable.

Yet we don’t say, “Hm. Well if he wasn’t allowed to do that he wouldn’t.” Uh.. Yes, he would.

We are given flaws. 

I want that to sink in. We are given, gifted even, flaws. These are teaching tools. These are lessons. An epiphany that hit me is that we, as parents, are here to help guide our children in how to leverage their flaws into strengths.

Children are raw humans. The traits they exhibit now (unless it’s developmental “just a phase”) will stay with them the rest of their life. If we deny that, we are denying a crucial part of who they are – and when they finally have the courage and self-possession to face it(which some may never), will have to do it alone and without seeing our unconditional love in their daily lives. 

What a scary thought!!

So I urge you, celebrate that fire!! Find ways of channeling, and directing, any flaw into a strength that they can use. Neurotic? What a great planner! I bet they will be some of the most organized people you’ll ever meet.  I have my wee one paint, and craft, to try and express her anger. Channeling something destructive into something constructive.

What a difference a day makes.


The Underrated Life of Poetry

What do you think of when I say “Poetry?”

Do you see dark, coffee shops? Black, brooding clothing? Maybe you think of the “drama queen” from high school..

To some extent I used to agree. However, I found this book… ten poems to set you free by Roger Housden. It’s curated content at its best. He has well-known poems that resonated with him, then an explanation essay following, citing the emotions that were evoked within him, as well as quotes from similar poems that he has identified.

What I really like about this is that it’s clear that he’s smarter than I am. 

Did that sound funny? Let me say it again.

He’s smarter than I am.

At least in Poetry. The depth of his knowledge far surpasses my own, and I agree with the quotes of other poems that he brings forth. His insight is clear and the explanation a new way of looking at the words written.

In this way he’s shown me another way to look at poetry, and the poet.

Poetry is vulnerability. 

It’s why we like songs. The really good ones are poetry set to music.

It’s as if the artist/poet has torn open themselves and have said, “I know that by doing this I shall be ridiculed, because it is not done. I know that by doing this I shall be hurt, for who else is as vulnerable as I?

Yet, I would willingly give myself over to the passion of living to feel, excruciatingly, every detail, than to go about as if I had never lived at all.”

This, is the heart of creativity. (As I see it.) A very real, raw, and vulnerable state in which we might connect with others through our chosen medium of expression.

Do you feel as if you are living? What would you do differently if you could?