with the eyes of a child - avec les yeux d�un enfant.

a poem about seeing this world and relationships through the eyes of a child

with the eyes of a child - avec les yeux d’un enfant.
 

 

 

the world during a full day
of tranquillity looks like
a big circus seen from
the eyes of a child
and that’s how I perceive you
with a similar intensity
and with a face
lighted with curiosity

 

and I remember a magical
Christmas when I received a
present that I didn’t want
to open and that’s exactly
how I perceive you, with a
similar astonishment - I’ve
widely opened my outlook of you.

 

you know that I don’t talk much
but my eyes and my look
express things that no single
voice can explain...
if you understand, you know me
and you’ll find me feeling better
in my endless solitudes
when I want to hide a
little bit and to relax and be by myself.

 

I felt hair of gold every morning
and inside myself I heard a
thunder never heard before
that’s how I perceive you
with  similar poetry,
with that naivety that
I still at times possess.

 

you know that I don’t talk much
at most I can listen if you want
and express the words that match
my moments of silence...
if I understand, I know you
and I’ll be able to find you
when I reappear out of my
deep solitudes for a moment,
for that precious liberated moment.

 

if you understand me, you know
me already and you’ll find me
clearly in my endless solitudes,
but understand when I want to hide a little bit
to relax...to dream.... to protect myself...from this world.

 

                                  French Version

 

le monde vu avec
les yeux d’un enfant
est un grand cirque
dans un jour plein de sérénité
et c’est ainsi que je te
regarde avec cette même
intensité et avec le visage
ardent de curiosité.

 

et je me souviens un Noël magique
le nouveau jeu que je ne
voulais presque pas toucher
et c’est ainsi que je te vois
et avec la même merveille
j’ai entrebaillé mon
regard sur toi...

 

moi, tu le sais, je ne parle
pas beaucoup mais mes yeux,
mon visage disent les choses
qu’aucune voix peut expliquer...
si tu comprends, tu me connais
et tu pourras me trouver mieux
dans mes solitudes infinies
si je veux me cacher un peu...
me détendre...

 

cheveux d’or passait chaque matin
et j’avais en moi un tonnerre
jamais entendu avant
et c’est ainsi que je te sens
avec cette poésie identique
avec cette ingénuité
qui est encore un peu la mienne...

 

moi, tu le sais, je ne parle pas
beaucoup moi au plus, si tu veux,
je t’écoute, dis-moi les paroles qui
avec mes silences vont d’accord...
si je comprends, je te connais
et je saurai te trouver quand
je réapparais de mes solitudes
profondes pour un instant...
un instant...

 

si tu me comprends, tu me connais
déjà et tu pourras me trouver
mieux dans mes solitudes infinies
si je veux me cacher un peu...
me détendre... me protéger....de cet monde.

 

 

Nico S. Poetry.




 

Author's Note

I don't really follow any rules when writing my poetry.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

This is a beautiful poem! We should always try to preserve the child in us, with all the natural enthusiasme.
I can so well relate to it. Yes the kind of people we are tend to often escape to their own surreal world. Yes we need that as much as we need food, but this is difficult to understand to those of an other kind.

Work well written. Nicely thought provoking. Thumb up!


Ce po�me est magnifique. On devrait tous du moins essay� de pr�server l'enfant en nous, avec tout l'enthusiasme naturel. Je peux facilement ref�rer � ce d'en vous parlez. Les gens de notre nature tendent toujours � s'�vader dans leur propre monde irr�el. Oui nous avons besoin de �a comme nous avons besoin d'aliments, mais cel� est difficile � comprendre pour ceux d'une autre 'esp�ce'.

Bon travail! Ca incite � r�fl�chir sur ce sujet! Bravo!

[E. M. Murren]

I think all relationships start as wonderful Christmas presents. I like this work a lot. It adds an enthusiasm that is often missing in adults... especially where relationships are concerned. We must leave behind other hurts and only see this person for who they are... innocent. Fine work.

[JC Fox]

LOL and well you shouldn't follow rules, I don't even believe there are rules for poetry, great job and I loved the pictures!

[Damien Dsoul]

The theme of your poem is filled with hope, love, and wishful dreams. It's so very enchanting, and your tone is so gentle. Never hurrying the poem.

[Barry S. Maltese]

I got your friend request . . . I usually read a writer's work before I accept . . . I would be honored to have you listed as a friend. You are talented, and can get a great message across without profanity. This poem was lovely, and made your feelings well understood. Great work.

[Carole]

A picture paints a thousand words, and your picture of the little boy staring out the window went straight to the heart and draws it's reader right in. Very impactful. Your love for this woman is enamoring and continues painting the beautiful picture of love throughout. Heartfelt and beautiful.

The fact that you speak French as well as English and wrote it in both languages is also incredible. This is the first like it I have read on the Cafe. Very impressive. Well done, my friend.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Stunning write - a delight to read this morning. I understand fully the need for solitude and speaking in silence. It is often difficult for others to comprehend the motions of a face or gesture when no words follow but these things can spell out so much more than the mere jabbering that so many take to. Thank you for illustrating this so well. Nice work.
Light,
Siddartha

[R J Askew]

This fascinates as it takes the reader into the child. You see with fresh eyes again, and perhaps remember your own childhood. As the poem progressed I wondered who the child was. Was it your child? Or was the reader the child somehow? Or are you the child telling us how you see the world? I am curious which it is, but not knowing does not impair my enjoyment of the poem's plea for understanding which is a basic human need.

[Sally Edwards]

Lovely poem, I love your persepective, it brought back memories of my own childhood and how we see things differently, Nice work

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

fantastic piece of writing... ah to see the world as a child again is to see the world without fault and failure... where the simplest of things make you happy and the most exciting thing you have to worry about is play time -- then you grow older and lose that innocence - sigh - to be young again...

i enjoyed this piece - well done

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is a beautiful poem , it is so nice to read it in French as well as English.. love children ..
I enjoyed this and don't have poetry rules either.. i just write , try to , not taught on schemes and poetry styles.

Chloe
xoxo