The Vibrant Channeled Creator

photo by Frizztext

Jules Feiffer says he was a failure as a child because he could neither throw or catch a ball. He couldn’t wait to grow up.(and draw cartoons)

And here is Frizztext’s “B” Poem, using ball, of course:
B is for Ball
Bounced By a child
Blue as the heart
whose love has run wild
Blacklisted and Broken
writ in Blank verse
Bloodied or Blooming
a wound that we nurse
Blasphemed in Bondage
Bankrupt of Bliss
all can Be cured
with just one
kiss

By FrizzText

frailty, cats purred, Simon’s Rock, tree bark etching by Frank Packlick

drawing by Frank Packlick

To the Tune of “I’d Like to Teach the world to sing…”

I’d like to sing a tune to Frank and polka happily;
His faithfulness could strum the base; his heels tap vig’rously.
He’d grin and twinkle, nodding sage, and snatch a memory
To fly like kite on wind of cheer: another friend and tear.

His cats observed his frailty grown,
They purred in spite of pain;
Exchanging comfort everyday
Became their daily gain.

We watched him swim, pretend to drown,
At Simon’s Rock each week;
Observed his art, its careful line,
His love of detailed twist
On cat fur, tree bark, wood frame, all
His rolling, rhythmic gist!