Innocence of a poet

A child's eyes sees the world with wonder

shining images dulled with time

Shake off the dust of aging eye's blunder

Return to a nursery rhyme

A single drop a raging sea

Silken thread a writhing snake

Broccoli in grandeur an ancient oak tree

Rock in an old tin can, maraca to shake

Old stick becomes a gun

Doll from a lump of clay

Doily in a spiderweb spun

Plastic cups pointe shoes for ballet

Return to me a child's eyes

Pour innocence into an old man's brain

All things friends, not knowing lies

Shedding an aged rigid skin mundane

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I've always looked at things not only for their inherent value but from various perspectives that offer new utilizations of employment. A broken chair might become a table base or cardboard boxes, a castle. To that end I still scour bargain shops and yard sales when I get the chance. Creativity and imagination go hand in hand. I enjoyed this write a lot.

[Soren]

Thank you Fabian for the read and insightful comment. Many of us loose this with the rigidity of age and so glad you still have it as can be seen in your poetry.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Thank you. And I hope I never lose the wonder and at my age, it's a cinch I never will. :)

[carl]

"A child's eyes sees the world with wonder"- pure truth beautifully stated. Should be the wish, prayer, and goal of all aged souls. Cast of the curmudgeon's cloak that slips up on us and takes us prisoner. ""Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them." from Peter Pan - the boy who didn't want to grow up. " With the eyes of a child You must come out and see" Moody Blues
Really good work this is, and Your last verse is amazing. carl

[Soren]

Thank you so much Carl for the read and most kind words of support they are most appreciated.

[Marie]

What a delight it would be to return to childhood again, dear Soren. A child sees through their magical imagination and innocent eyes and you have very finely depicted all the different way they see things to how we see the same things as adults. Your beautiful poem transported me back to another world to the days of my childhood. So happy to look back on, a place I sometimes visit in my mind, but choose not to dwell there for too long, because I would leave with a very sad and hurting heart. I adore this superbly penned poem and with a very grateful heart, I thank you, dear Soren for the trip back to those days once more. Lovely work! Thank you again for sharing, dear friend...

[Soren]

Dear friend thank you for resurrecting this poem and shaking off its dust. I appreciate your most kind words.

[Marie]

MOST welcome always, dear Soren. I so enjoyed reading and I, thank you for sharing, dear friend...

[Poetic Beauty]

The eyes of a child are so magical, mischievous and completely open to imagination. Childhood has a warmth and a joy that as adults we have a hard time finding. Those days of wonder and abandonment to what is “suppose to be” never even thought upon because we haven’t learn those ways yet.

I can not say how much I enjoyed this poem with its thought process and making me think back to my childhood. This is spectacular and joyful with the thinking of childhood.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read and most humbling comments they are most highly esteemed and appreciated.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome I enjoyed the trip down memory lane it gave me

[John the Baptist]

Images of both youth and age permeate this one. The main thrust of the work, though, seems to be captured in the last verse, where the child's eye's view is described in stellar tones, almost as an antidote to old age.

[Soren]

Thanks John for the understanding read of this piece. Your comments humble me and are cherished.

[Ken Simm.]

This I can feel throughout. It is the wisdom of ages.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Ken for the read and most kind words they are so appreciated.

[Gee]

Would be so, so good to rid ourselves of the shackles of adulthood, mortgages, families, work, worries, if only for a day. Then return to the wild eyed innocence of chikdhood, skinned knees an' all :))
A well written piece Soren, though no more than one would expect when visiting your page:))

[Soren]

You humble me Gee with your generous response it is most appreciated.