cognitiveA Poem by m.s.earlyI put these places in my eyes forever; focusing on the dogwoods blooming, robins scrounging for bits to assemble their nests, deer tracks leading into the yard, signs of nature's balanced discourse, and show them to my daughters seemingly too young to care. Now that the years have kissed my sisters and I, we recall small things our mother and father might not remember teaching us; so every word and thing at which I point must be marked with the spirit of significance. What use are things that are not worth bequeathing, and what is worth more than how nature is moving? So I stare at things and wonder why; when they ask perhaps I'll answer gracefully. Even the subtlety of my saccade might spark a little curiosity and their wondering mind decipher that I am observing something they should be. What little eyes consume so much, I must always be aware. What I am learning must be to bestow and what I bestow must be to what helps change the world by their loving hands. They may dance a frivolous swirl and appear to gaily frolic, but little eyes and little ears are prone to consume so much even when not pointed to me. So I put these places in my eyes forever For if their curiosity should bloom, I'll show them things that I have seen that might help them change the world. © 2014 m.s.earlyReviews
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Added on March 19, 2014Last Updated on March 19, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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