scrawl

child's scrawl between blue lines,
a rainbow hovers before the rain
the moon and sun on the same sky,
skeletons of stars on yellow paper,
i see what became of mountains,
of people - just sloping lines,
just stick figures, the sea zigzags
to a flat-line; a menagerie
of a wild heart, that tornadoes
about my mind, white-fenced house,
as big as a button in a bottom-drawer
 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting piece here...i see how a child views the world, his or her own world...and how scary life is now...all of what seemed so perfect loses that perfection...there were pictures of the ideal...people, houses, life in general...and then there are only stick figures flat lining along with everything around us.

we might be headed there.

[highonwords]

let's not head there, jacob - let's be grown poets with imaginations that have manners/ethics/etiquette - let's not be confined in a box of used/worn-out dreams - thank you for the visit and wonderful comment

steph

[Lydia Shutter]

Some very vivid images in this one. The way a child sees the world is very different from the way the world actually is. Dreams seem to shrink as we mature. Well written. Lydi**

[highonwords]

children are blessed with innocence and a beautiful, simple, contented imagination - but as we grow old, we become more attuned to the confines of reality and social expectations - thank you, lydia, for the review and visit :)

always,
steph