A Rondo-Minuet Hybrid on My Daughter Learning Tae Kwon Do “Can one be a saint without God? – that’s the problem, in fact the only problem, I’m up against today.” Albert Camus, The Plague Her mind’s in ready stance. A brush With beauty is a deadly brush: what dragons Learn too late is plush In her. She masters poomsae. What’s that fragrance? That’s her mastery. No push Is hard enough to silence her skull-crushing Keup. It’s not to brag When I point out the sky’s concussion Had a telling lag… It came on the heels of her axe kick! Confusion Hates this third-grade student’s skill, Her dojang concentration. Every spreading Block is logical – Fearfully made, in fact – so punches heading For her head wind up in school. Elegant gales and ludicrous joules Achilles Would envy can’t be read By dobok-wearing silly billies. Then she bows, and dread Is blown into my lesser heart’s Antilles.
Jake Sheff is a paediatrician and veteran of the US Air Force. He’s been published widely, and nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His chapbook is “Looting Versailles” (Alabaster Leaves Publishing). A full-length collection of formal poetry, “A Kiss to Betray the Universe,” is available from White Violet Press.
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