Baby world
Have you ever wondered
where the wonder went
when we grew out of it
I think it's in the balloons
and the sky
and the black and white images
zebras of honest smiles.
Clayton and Dylan
they can't lie with their smiles,
they don't use with their tears.
Only knowing wonder
and busy watching their feet
Where does that go?
Glowing eyes, crinkles, wrinkles and .
Maybe someday we'll remember
We'll find our baby hearts again
and look in wonder at the world.
posted by Echo at 12:10 AM
5 Comments:
"Only knowing wonder and busy watching their feet. Where does that go?"
Good question. The cynics all become politicians and the innocent get led astray.
Hi Echo,
Thanks for your comment on my recent post. I'm very interested in the way that your recent poem seems to almost answer. I guess that I believe young and old to be fairly interchangable words. Can't have one without the other as a comparision to close out the binary. But if the young side of the spectrum connotates radical thinking, inclusion, acceptance of otherness, and optimism... the older connotates conservitism, bias thought, exclusion, and pessimism... all of us I think would fall on very different parts of that spectrum... but that the most would be close to the middle... I guess that I'm saying that I try and forge into the youngness as far as I can... I search in part for the shock value... I set out to invert binaries (though I must admit that it's proved very difficult to do in practice... it's hard to write a subversive poetic when we've been surrounded our whole lives with other people's thoughts and their language...)
I also wanted to say that I am a big fan of democracy and see the interactive communities we build through this blogging and on-line writing as contributing to democratizing language. I love the interaction with the other writers and find I am very much informed by their craft, but also by the ways that they interact with the new media.
And so I'm very pleased to tell you that undoubtedly in my mind you are a younger poet. I've always loved your writing and find your voice so soft, yet asserting a knowing... and I really like your photography... especially that creative still-life of the apple... gotta love the apple...
So I guess I'm going to leave off there for now... I'm trying to work up a few more poems on revolution related to storms... trying to make circulars... see you soon and thanks again so much for your writing and working in this forum.
this in a way reminded me of Zorba...
yes... where and when did we lose that sense to be surprised like a child?
as i read through your poem, lots of old and beautiful images of the past rushed into my mind...
thanks for creating that baby world by your powerful poetry...
This state of mind must be worked with, cultivated and maintained. Its a return to innocence which is only offered to the open and wondrous, like yourself.
Wow, you are all inspiring! Thankyou.
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