An image springs to mind:
A child, with childish innocence
upon the shores of life, inclined
to play, without pretence
or mask. Or, if a mask there be,
it still retains a quality
allowing all with empathy to penetrate behind.
An image springs to mind:
So freely see the child dispense
the sifting sand, so unrefined,
with slight apparent sense.
It takes some perspicacity
to see each grain is memory -
dispersed or treasured as may be - quicksilverly defined.
An image springs to mind:
The shifting sands are implements
used differently by different blind
for good or ill intents immense.
Some knowledge is acquired for free,
transmitted some, instinctively,
the balance, finely tuned as we progress or slip behind.
An image springs to mind:
The grain in youth packed tight and dense
Age often loosens, cannot bind, -
how great the difference!
If we could meet mortality
with every thought recorded, we
could help those after us to see the answers we can’t find.
An image springs to mind:
These answers must, in self defence,
be hid from those who’d grind Mankind,
enslaving innocence.
Both Time and Knowledge thus should be
weaved secret in Life’s mystery
from here until eternity - or so it seems designed...
Author notes
Picture
http://flickr.com/photos/bumpkinbwoy/556756078/
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Woah.
I love the rhythm
the rhyming is perfect
not a bit forced
this poem is so great
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Very Nice
I'd like to see more of a development on the innocence of a child, which most now believe doesn't exist. It was a Victorian notion, that some still cling to. The last stanza gives the impression of gazing upon a tapestry, into which the dark and light threads of our lives are woven. I'm not sure what the third stanza refers to, but overall from beginning to end, the poem is well formed and delivered.
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wow i love it so well written and very deep you have to read each sentence twice and u still cant swallow it all...
An image springs to mind:
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The immagery is quite strong and nicely weaved..a great write indeed...the structure is very well knitted bringing the depth in the concept..thanks for sharing it....
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Outstanding
This poem has some great contrasts. I liked the images you drew to create a sense of childhood. Innocence needs to be protected at all costs although we do learn from experience. A great poem.
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Wow, I love how your metaphor in this! Thank you so much for this entry
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