I really like this, Thomas. It seems very much about perception and how it differs from childhood to being an adult. A pebble would be a pebble in an adults hand, wouldn't it? To a child, a huge and heavy rock. I very much like this analogy. Nicely written, my friend.
You have indeed captured the world from a child's perspective, and as Follow the Phoenix has said, childhood brings fascination, a pebble to us, would be a rock to a child. I also loved the beginning, brings in good imagery and a sense of nostalgia, and an excellent contrast of a child with an adult, how time manages to change us. Loved it.
I like the rhyme in this. It has an abstract quality of personification to it. I like the imagery and context of this. One suggestion, don't capitalize the first letter of every line unless it starts a new sentence. It stops the flow, at least for me.
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You don't cease to amaze me with the depth of your insight when it comes to your capability of portraying a diverse number of "speakers/narrators". Your poetry, yet once again, moves with impeccable ease between the long established rules of format and content, in and out of what another writer may feel caged in. You, however, make it all run smoothly like "Clear running water". Even in the "Rough"-ness you describe, your tone is soft -just like what this child would sound like in all his/her innocence. Remarkable, Thomas, just remarkable.
How true it is that what we see as adults are so much bigger and profound to a child. A simple pebble to us a rock to them. A star is what it is to us but to a child it is a wonderous place where dreams come true and wishes are heard.
Although i still wish on stars...
Wonderful poem.
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