They
enter the world
Sans
character, sans expression
Familiarity felt and not seen
Maternal
warmth feeds the heart
Sense
of touch rules the mind.
They
learn to see
Marveling
around
Innocence
filled to the brim
So
are frank emotions
Heart
and mind confluent
Present
an open book.
Meandering
maze of life
Teaches
them to discern
Read
perceptions, deceptions
Behold
truth, lie, joy, sorrow
Weave
dreams for morrow
Dwell
in despair, swell with content
Emote
myriad languages.
Soon,
The
psyche cajoles the heart
To
conjure blindness
Open
and shut
To
accept and reject
Presenting
a mirage.
Till
senility dawns
No
more room for dreams
No
more vigour left for desire
Familiarity
bids an adieu
Leaving
an empty stare.
Innocence
returns
So
do frank emotions
Sans
coherence
Present
an open book
Life
seen in full circle.
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Think you've covered them completely, no pun intended. Eyes see, say, speak so much and deeply that at times they must be covered. Everything needs a hiding place on occasion.
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Yes, you have captured the complete cycle! Well done.
ReplyDeleteSome good thinking behind this poem. Written well. Yes indeed, the circle completes itself.
ReplyDeleteWell thought and nicely delivered.
ReplyDeletewow...pretty amazing character...life tracked through the eyes...its rather scary though when the circle comes all the way around to simpleness once more....
ReplyDeleteYou scared me with "senility dawns" — I know it will happen, and it terrifies me.
ReplyDeleteA very good write, however.
K
This was a quite a cycle, from innocence to senility ~ Thanks for sharing ~
ReplyDeleteyou've sketched the full circle in a splendid way!
ReplyDeletewish the picture with this post was little less stinging to our eyes :))
Cheers....
sans expressoin... in the beginning and the end. I think senility - alzheimers is so very tragic. This, is very raw.
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