Kids have a way of
Immersing themselves in the
Magic of everyday
Imagination, not
Knowing that this
Openness we think ordinary
Lives wild in our
Youth, so
Near that we
Never believe it can disappear.
Years later we will see that
Optimism challenged as the
Unknown morphs from
Newness to negativity. We
Grow wiser, we think,
Master our own lives
And wonder why
Reality is far less
Tantilizing than
It was when
No one was looking.
Evermore we seek the
Zen of childhood.
--
Poetic Bloomings Memoir Project
PART 1 – Who do you think you are?
This was beautiful - I love the Zen consciousness of being a kid - completely lost in the moment. I loved this very much. Love the pic of Wonder Woman too.
ReplyDeleteI definitely had that Wonder Woman pic on mind when writing this. Thanks, Mosk!
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ReplyDeleteKimiko, sorry I have not been by lately, you know the drill for my life, up and down! This acrostic is so true! We think we are "growing up," when in fact we are shrinking, you know? Losing that innocence, that sure-thing of being a kid.
ReplyDeleteI reveled in this poem. Thanks, hon. Amy
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