tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766103935524036862.post7117500777564750967..comments2023-04-25T08:43:08.041-07:00Comments on Poem-a-Day Place: MonstersKen Goreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828662746919241494noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766103935524036862.post-67134083000814766732011-10-23T11:03:50.271-07:002011-10-23T11:03:50.271-07:00Lisa,
How do I say this? ... I wish!
I have no r...Lisa,<br /><br />How do I say this? ... I wish!<br /><br />I have no real monsters under my bed, slithering past my door, nor reaching for me from the shadows with poisonous talons. However, I see do them circling around those I love (family friends and students), and I wish that I could be the power that dispelled their real demons.Ken Goreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07828662746919241494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766103935524036862.post-38031204618596274102011-10-23T08:31:52.134-07:002011-10-23T08:31:52.134-07:00This is a very interesting poem (and commentary). ...This is a very interesting poem (and commentary). Do the lessons we learn in slaying the monsters of our childhood offer any clues for imaginitively engaging with the grim crises of our adult world? Thank you, Ken!Lisa Graumlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11855120394795596461noreply@blogger.com