Cedar moves through the forest,
grass to his hips and pine needles at his face,
he pokes through the forest with amazement:
as cautious and curious as a fawn,
as alert and as flexible as a fox.
His fascination with it all—the seen and the unseen—
repeats: “Be as a question.”
Through his wonder
I awake to find:
we all ask the questions within—
but a child puts his Heart in his mouth.
Diindiis hangs in the balance,
the giggled twirl of gold leaves
and blonde upside-down hair,
the feet of a blue jay wrapped nimbly
around Birch branches.
His monkey’s eye view reminds me:
the seer chooses his perspective.
Through his delight,
I awake to see
we all desire to learn, to love, to live in joy—
but a child puts his Heart in his every action.
Through their image,
I finally understand
it is not about finding my inner child—
she was never lost.
She has been stifling a giggle,
smirking just below surface.
I set her free this morning
as I asked a question: What animal do I wish to be?
as I ran, arms wide—No, wings spread—
swooping through Forest, an Owl on the Wind.
She awakens.
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this is a comment about Laura's poem "Waking the Child."
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Diindiis hangs in the balance,
the giggled twirl of gold leaves
and blonde upside-down hair,
the feet of a blue jay wrapped nimbly
around Birch branches
--this is an amazing stanza!! WOW
I like the repetition of "...a child puts his Heart in his mouth" and "...a child puts his Heart in his every action," and the capitalization of "Heart" is nice too. It makes the word mean much more, I think. I really like this poem, perhaps because I have some idea of where it's coming from after reading your other blog. This one is better than the poem you have under "Day Three." I really can't find anything bad to say about it, though I did try--Good Stuff!
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