Friday, June 01, 2007

If only I'd started when I was younger. At the end of the day, when all the talk is done, the scorecard tells the real story.


Art City Collage #2 of 3

4 comments:

cara said...

who's keeping score?


This reminds me of a Japanese children's poem. excerpt below.

"his mother is chasing him with his little pyjamas
a little boy naked is skinny as a water-sprite-
he is driven into a corner at last, and
waits there breathlessly, pressing himself against the wall,
so very tiny he looks, with his face to the wall.
Then his mother catches him and quickly covers him up
As if they shared a secret no one else must know."

Senke Motomaro

Lorne Roberts said...

i'm not sure who's keeping score... but someone is, apparently.


that's a really cool poem. dates? more details?

an interesting haiku-like quality in that it conveys more or less a single image/idea/scene.

cara said...

The poem is called "Secret" and the author seems to be a bit of one too.

I found this poem in an children's poetry anthology edited by James Berry.

Stop making me work so hard.
:)

Lorne Roberts said...

no, no-- work harder! harder i say.

self-flagellation optional, though. :)