Open Poetry #36 |
The Child's Eyes |
Pluto Junior Member
since 2005-07-12
Posts 12 |
Her eyes hold the images of all that is innocent and pure, Spring days spent lazing in a woodland clearing, Drinking homemade lemonade and nibbling on rock cakes. Summer days spent building sand castles and paddling in the shallows of an ocean blue. Autumn days spent tumbling amongst auburn leaves, And wishing for the return of lost summer days. Winter days spent snuggling under blankets warm, Clutching mugs of hot cocoa and listening to the crackling of a roaring fire. But wait, look deeper and you will see, Death, disease, destruction. Not even a child’s eyes are free from the litter that pollutes the clear blue waters of our memories. A child’s eyes can see the hate amongst the love, the war amongst the peace, the evil amongst the good. Nothing can be hidden from The Child’s Eyes. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
This is very real and very accurate. You're right in that we forget that children even if not heard will still see. Good job with this. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Well said. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Sadly very true. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Welcome to Pip! It's terrible what we offer our children's eyes, the time of happy laughter with no shadows is indeed short. Very good write. Love, Margherita |
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CMGrimm Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 685USA |
very well said...nice little reminder... chris Never be a carbon copy of anybody...make your own impressions. - ANON. |
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