Wonder

Wonder

A Poem by Emily B

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.


 

© 2009 Emily B


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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...

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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This was great Emily, I know that feeling too well. Yet I myself who has been a gear head/ science nerd all my life now find myself feeling somehow ''poorer'' for knowing /dispelling, all that wonder... go figure. A terrific write Emily.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Raquelita

12 Years Ago

Browsing through the "morning news" this review caught my eye. I wonder why we think it has to be an.. read more
Tree

12 Years Ago

Raquelita you bring up some good points. And you're correct it doesn't have to be either or, one can.. read more
Raquelita

12 Years Ago

The hallmark of genius, it is said, is the ability to hold two opposing thoughts and have both of th.. read more
yes somehow knowing how the trick is done ruins the magic of it. Lovely write

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think that's the way it all originally used to be.
and we should all stop to think why it isn't still so.
This piece expresses that simple original wonder. The style reflect the message perfectly.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

although, sometimes, i think the explanation can be just as miraculous.
clap and dance and laugh at all the magnificent, unknowable pieces of the marvel that is this life.
spring is getting into our bones, emily, and waking us up.
i like being awake.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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haha the innocence of it all - the nodding and clapping - the wonder and amazement at things that can't be understood - the world is a simpler and more beautiful place when we lack the ins and outs! nice! some things should be left to mystery!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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J.M
Yes - so many things are destroyed by over-explanation - why not marvel at the sight alone...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such beautiful simplicity! and yes....give us the wonder, not the analysis. excellent!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

marvelous!!! I often feel this way.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Exactly. Just what I needed this morning. Loved this short piece Em.

Mark

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hmm, thought I'd reviewed this already. Definintely read it before, and liked it just as much.
The conversational tone is pleasant -
"Don't tell me how it works, sir."

It's basically perfect, wouldn't change a thing. This piece proves, both in topic and execution that simplicity often equates beauty.

p.s. It could almost be a second response to the addressee of my poem Unravel:
"Over-brimming with science,
you ruined rainbows for the kids;
sneered at my love-affair with the sky."

[alternatively, my poem was a response to yours...now I wonder...]

Great write, Emily.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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