Saturday, 23 October 2010

perception

I swipe the floor twice
still curdled smell of milk persists
I also wipe the tears from her eyes

what if her dress is smeared with dirt
her hair is a ghastly sight
I gently untangle it with my fingers

she wipes her nose in my neck
I smile slightly and kiss her eyes
lead her to her favourite place-

she settles with a bowl of crispies
thumbing her book once in a while
I watch serene smile return to her face

knowing her, if you say
this is the scariest story I've ever heard...
I will totally disagree, as I know

she found clouds in the spilt milk
dragons fought for her,
while unicorns held her hand

now she sits here replete
with another dream in the making
I wonder, what would I find the next moment?

"in that brief moment nirvana emerges out of nowhere"

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I couldn't think of any other title for this. Suggestions are welcome.

34 comments:

  1. Aren't kids just revoltingly gorgeous?

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  2. I had to read your poem twice to get it . I'm slow :( It is a very good and happy ending story. I like happy endings.

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  3. I love the line about seeing clouds in the spilt milk, and the richness of the dragons and unicorns. As far as suggestions for a title: Clouds In Spilt Milk?, I'm not sure, just know that I really like the gentle feel of this one.

    Elizabeth

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  4. Absolutely gorgeous imagery and brilliant telling of how a child's perception of what their imaginations create are so real.

    Well done!

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  5. How about Nirvana Emerges? A fabulous but freaky poem, LOL.

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  6. I'm glad that dragons fight for her and unicorns hold her hand. We all need that.

    And we all need our dreams, wherever they take us.

    =)

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  7. I love imaginations of kids. I think us adults could use more of it in these days and times. Good job.

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  8. Your poem is filled with beautiful images. It is amazing where one can go in one's dreams.

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  9. I think the title fits it perfectly..I too read it twice, to soak up all the sweetness, curdled milk and all.

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  10. A lovely post! I thoroughly enjoyed it!

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  11. Such a sweet picture of the imagination of a child.

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  12. No sense crying over spilt milk. Just a small distraction in a childs day.~Ames

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  13. such a lovely and poetic approach to the prompt. Very well done. I love imagery about clouds in milk and the protection of the dragons.

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  14. Beautiful imagery here. She's floating effortlessly through her imagination.

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  15. What beautiful imagery. "Dragons fought for her, while unicorns held her hand" - simply lovely. Kat

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  16. Gautami,
    I love images in this poem.
    Pamela

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  17. children... clumsy, messy riots of what-would-we-ever-do-without-them... ;)

    ...rob

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  18. Each day with a child is a lovely adventure, filled with dragons, unicorns, mucus and spilt milk.

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  19. yes, yes... children are the cat's meow... i love to listen as they play pretend... it makes me feel safe in a chaotic world... snot, whadaya do when they wipe it off with yr shirt... ewwwwwhhhh thaz love... dripping gray

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  20. Great use of language. A pleasure to read.

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  21. Just wonderfully written, I loved this.

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  22. loved this! especially:

    she found clouds in the spilt milk
    dragons fought for her,
    while unicorns held her hand


    how wonderful to be able to see the magic even through the tears...

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  23. Second last stanza is AMAZING. Nice write. Love and Light, Sender

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  24. My Gosh this was awesome. the innocence and the magic only a child can see only someone who loves them can feel!

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  25. Love the imagery, the clumsy innocence... the childhood dreams or nightmares... let's go with dreams.

    Nice write.

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  26. I love this sweet piece and the way you subtely incorporated the prompt. Well done.
    xoRobyn

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  27. A sensory piece. Every word just perfect.

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  28. Simply beautiful and so true, every word. There are dragons; there are unicorns; everything is mixture of the everyday chores and the fantastic, when you are with a child, as you have so perfectly described in your lovely poem.

    I am constantly reminded of how differently adults and children percieve time. The days creep along for a four year old, it is an Eternity until Christmas. (I remember thinking this myself when I was a child.) Whereas, for the adult, the weeks race by at lightning speed. "Oh no, it will be Christmas soon! What am I to do? I have nothing ready?!"

    My children are growing up too fast. It makes me very sad to see their childhood hurry along... (please remain a child a little longer...) And I am the one to wipe the spillt milk or what ever else that needs mending. I am sometimes overwhelmed by all the little repair-jobs that need to be done: holes in the toes of socks, broken toys, something needs to be sewn, pasted, tied or glued. The fact that I have the time to sit and write, to even put this down in words is only because the children are on an outing with their father. I cannot think very deeply when they are with me. Yes, I think, but I cannot record even a fraction of my thoughts when I am with them. They take almost all my energy and perception.
    It is so intense.

    I love your poem.
    Thank you for sharing it.
    A title? Please let me think about it. I'll try to get back with you.

    Best wishes,
    Anna


    Anna's & Sara's SC-post Week 25

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  29. What a lovely take on the prompt. Well done!

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  30. I really like the title. Or un-perceptions...Miss Perceptions...

    I think it's great as it is...

    And I think this poem is an amazing TREAT to read on a BOO-tiful Halloween afternoon.

    At first I thought you were going a different direction so the whole read was a surprise.

    You are an amazing writer.

    Wow.

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  31. I think I might call it 'Motherlove'...

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