In front of my eyes
Yet shielding the sight
Or tangible grasp
Grasping the pen
Like holding a joystick
Scrambled words spill onto
A wobbly page
Of incomplete line.
His hand hides the view
Ink stains the white
What won’t he show?
His thoughts,though deep
Edited through speech
Deliberate for effect
Tries to impress
Complex but incomplete.
Hidden agenda
A gamer’s world
Of stories and action
An endless stream
With no resolution
Without punctuation.
Sometimes I just can’t fathom out how to get a child’s writing to the expected standard. When they hide what they are writing it becomes a whole lot harder.
My Devon Life 