Don't tell me how it works, sir,
I like to watch
And be amazed at the display.
The inner workings, wiring, switches,
all, are unnecessary details.
Miracles deflated.
Don't explain the rainbow,
or sunshine,
or brain waves.
Child-like
in my comprehension
I want to smile
and clap my hands
at the wonder
of it all.
I remember this one. It brings to mind several memories and a cpl not so good ones. At Children's Hospital in St. Louis they have this magnificent huge display in a glass box that is taller than me and and probably 10 or 15 ft long. It sits right in the center of the entry foyer. It is hard to describe but it is all of these rails and chains and buckets and silver balls constantly moving up and down and across... you get the picture. People just stand there watching in awe, it is magnificent and your poem has always reminded me of that. I love this piece...
How I feel, every time, I come across a poem or story, which forces me to stop and think. How can I reach that apex, which I have just read. Create a line of verse or a paragraph that enlights and educations, at the same time, like your poems do, Emily.
This is for me the inside of a Victorian watch or barometer or the set of a Roald Dahl film, the crazy beauty of the ununderstandable,a real cracker of a poem that moves as you read it...
So true...once the veil is lifted and we find out that the "Wizard" is just a man using a machine, some of the allure is lost. Children are content with being fascinated by what they don't understand, while adults tend to try and "figure things out"--which is why magic is usually always more alluring to children. I, however, love magic, and I don't necessarily care that there are wire and switches to make things work, even though I know that there are. An interesting piece that relaly shows the perspective of youth vs. adulthood. Well done.
I love this one Emily (don't I always say that?) well it's true, i love this because it's how I am, everything in nature is a miracle to me, except mosquitos, well maybe mosquitos but i don't like them no, I do not. But your poems are like a new flower, perpetually blooming. :)
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this was one of that first handful, when i was dragged here with an idea that i might be a poet read morethis was one of that first handful, when i was dragged here with an idea that i might be a poet
sometimes it is good to look at where we came from
i hate that read more thing, it is always messing up
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i think i said that it is good to look back at where you've come from
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:) I will , I used to read all in a sitting, but then someone said I should take time to contemplate.. read more:) I will , I used to read all in a sitting, but then someone said I should take time to contemplate and savor each one individually instead of gobbling them all up. ..well, what does he know? haha jk..hugs.
I like the sentiment of this one a lot. Sometimes it seems that we are so bent on unraveling the magic of everything that it just ruins the result that would otherwise be produced in our hearts and minds. Magic is more inspiring than the a actually explanation sometimes. At its core, there is the power to do great things. So I think for those reasons the last four lines of this one are my favorite. There is true delight in the clapping of those hands to celebrate the wonder of things. I'm also find of the part about the rainbow and not exposing how it works.
It is always a better memory when we have made it from how we perceive the message within our heart and spirit. Another may paint us a picture, tell us a story, give us a rule, and on and on, but the true meaning of it may be lost if we do not understand and interpret what is presented as we know it.
I like the message in this - yes, let us just wonder at it!!
I got my anual flu shot friday morning and I sit here on tuesday with flu like
symptoms. I asked my doctor to tell me how that works sir. I, as you, like
to watch, which being naturally non-mechanical in nature, makes the making
of things far more comprehensible.
"child- like
in my comprehension
i want to smile
and clap my hands
at the wonder
of it all"
Brilliantly said! If we could all have the delightful innocence of a child, we would be a much happier world... Lovely poem. Maika'i no, very well done!
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..