When You See a Stranger

A bit of silliness for the kids. Prosody is a bit off and there are inconsistencies stanza-to-stanza, but luckily, kids don't notice

When You See a Stranger

A question for kids

 

 

You see a stranger on the street

Where would you go, if you wore his feet?

 

Is he kind to his children? Is he nice to his wife?

Or is his day troubled…and filled with strife?

 

With what kind of treat does he end his meal?

Is it ice cream and pie, or crackers with eel?

 

Is reddish purple his favorite hue?

Or greenish red, all mixed with blue?

 

Does he drive a car or row a boat?

Fly an eagle…or ride a goat?

 

How does he get where he hopes to be?

Perhaps he swings from tree-to-tree?

 

Is his family nice or zombie-esque?

Do they call to talk or only text?

 

Do they read a book or do they dance?

When danger calls do they take a chance?

 

But, asking that, a thought occurs.

Would they like your world?

Would you like theirs?

Reviews

[The Guneven]

It really makes me wonder, if you can write a poem with zest, why is it then, that you can't craft prose from zest? Is it that you're hiding something, under a yellow sun, where Superman died under a yellow sun, or is it that you haven't have written under a yellow sun, where Superman died that day, or the Daredevil roamed that day, and all under a yellow sun or storm? More cloudy weather to come? Or is it that you don't understand language or the weather? I surmise you don't understand me, or the cloudy weather, where Superman or the Daredevil roamed under a cloud or stormy weather or a fog, or sailed the Seven Deadly Seas, and, "Arrr," he said from the ship, floating along the seas, or continued along their way, through the storm, or wreckage of their lives, regardless of the storm or the cloudy weather, but we'll see. I surprise you don't understand a single thing, about much of anything, muchless about language or the weather, or Superman or the Daredevil. "Fight this fight, but we'll see," said the Devil, riding the Seven Deadly Seas, and Leviathan arose from the sea, like a giant sea serpent, and said, "Be as you are," and the seas decended upon the land like a leviathan. And mankind was ruined.

[Mysilentembrace]

I LOVED what you wrote here. Word choice and imagery were masterful!

[Brad Dehler]

Ditto to Mysilentembrace

[Near]

I always love poems that talk about the intricacies of human interaction. This piece surely makes one think about one's world in regards to others.

[Grumpie]

Bonjour mes amies, I see you are a very well-versed meter-ist, with good rhythm and flow. But I do question, why don't you comment below? Is this not a forum for friends? Maybe too much attention fills our heads... Regardless, thank you for this lovely passage to reminisce, I do miss childhood when love was our only wish. Maybe we can spar one another, with stick-as-sword? I'll go first, meet me under the slide, hurry now, least I grow bored!

[Mysilentembrace]

This is fun that your response is in verse :)

[Neha agrawal]

I love how it starts off light and fun like you're playfully imagining someone else's life and then, without warning, it hits a deeper chord. That final question flips the whole perspective: it’s not just about understanding others, but wondering if they’d understand you. It’s empathy dressed in rhymes and wonder.