Soft or hard

Two lumps of ore dug from earth

Emissions from mother's sore, equal from birth

One squeezed gently, smelting hit or miss

Warmed not heated immensely, cooled with a kiss

A blade made sent me, too soft, I did dismiss

The second I vowed intently, not to treat like this

Hardened in the fires of misery, quenched in the waters of want

Tempered in life's pillory, forged blade sharp and gaunt

Honed on grit's subtlety, polished fine edge of a savant

Future leaders of society from adversity's font

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this work was heavy. much like a heap of iron. the long lines and multi-syllable words give it a weightiness. and this tone matches the story. i read it as two brothers being forged by parents who do not reall know what they are doing. the result are two blades. one dull, the other sharper but imperfect. but even a dull blade can cut. even an imperfect sword can kill. and thus weapons are made. and we step into the world, designed for just one thing.

[Soren]

Such an insightful read Ern yes I am impressed with the over softness that we bestow on our children not to be confused with love that should be given to all. Too much softness creates feelings of entitlement and laziness while I see many who through adversity and suffering learn independence and a striving for achievement. The happiest of holidays to you and yours

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren... the Earth gives Birth when forged from
the Heart of of being Copper when Sapphires become
the Rings of Rulers Lust... we will return to Dust after a whirl wind
Romance is the Tango Mango orchestrated Renaissance... we desire.
gently, Pat

[Soren]

Thank you so much Pat for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated Happy holidays to you and yours