Passages of time
Sifts sand in a minute
- upside down
Positions change relatively
Rewinding the pages
To find the original, sans
doctrine of notions
Served one by one - as
toddling steps evolve steady
One by one - They
mound to mold
One by one - Primary
shades fade
Camouflaging with
defined patterns of living
Till, the clock birthed
nimble fingers of my own blood
Tugging to chain the
gown of ‘grown-up' perceptions
To innocence – wishfully
timeless!
Her profound giggles defeat
the profanity of my compositions
I wonder – Who teaches
whom?
I wish not for a time
machine but
A breath or two to
pause to savour the flavours
Of lessons germinating
in my garden today
‘Child
is the Father of Man’ – William Wordsworth
What better guide than a child? You might go any place. ;-)
ReplyDeleteTo see the world through a child's eyes but with an adult's appreciation - if only!
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~ M
Lovely! Yes the child, but the layered self too, with all ages intact as well--and we'd really need more than a breath or two to be in the garden with all time of man!
ReplyDeleteI wonder – Who teaches whom?
ReplyDeleteThis is a question I have often asked myself.
Love those toddling steps! And the progression thereafter...nicely captured thoughts. :)
ReplyDeleteI adore the idea of those "profound giggles". Yes, try to slow time down so you can enjoy this precious time!!!!! It goes by way too fast! Trust me, I know these things!
ReplyDeleteThe things that makes us what we are today... this is very thought provoking - good job
ReplyDelete"Her profound giggles defeat the profanity of my compositions" Love that...Yes, I do wonder who teaches who. I think at times my daughters taught me more than I taught them.
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