young eyes see the rain drops old eyes see the storm,

Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List #5 (Gregory Corso)

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When we are young and our heart is an acrobat

sorrow never steals the beauty of the day

even nuns can’t turn us away from the fierce and the glorious

awe and wonder of something new

life is a tv

a magnificent show

and if we are lucky

each day a birthday in itself

but time and weather do take away

they dry oceans and conjure ghosts

volcanoes eventually erupt

yet engines lose their steam

and acrobats their agility

just like my heart

now I am fat on regret

I eat them till they are skin and bone

emaciated and sorrowful to see

they steal the beauty in the room

where I yawn until my eyes are truly closed.

 

 Note:

Ironically I thought of Corso’s life in writing this but did an opposite view, since his early years were as rough as an old man’s face.

Photo by Aline Nadai from Pexels
 

My Heart Screams "LOOK"

Circus, Budapest, 19 May 1920 Andre Kersetz

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for ~Camera FLASH
brought to us by Kerry

"What we see depends mainly on what we look for."

~ John Lubbock

I see you love
you cannot hide
beyond all distances
you remain inside
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I see you hope
even through slender slat
you may be quiet in halls
but in longing's room you grow fat
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I see you God
in every flower that grows in cracks
in rich men's mansions
and poor men's shacks
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I see you courage
on wound's healed scars
you run into the flaming building
and  reach into burning cars
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I see you wisdom
on callused knees and hands
you know your weakness
and that is a strength of a wise man
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I see you opportunity
you are rampant like weeds
it is up to me to stop
open up my eyes and truly see

Big World

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Linking with dVerse for Claudia's prompt "The things we see".

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence


It's a big world in the eyes of a child where wonder lives up to its name.
Everything is a view from a mountain top
no two places are ever the same.
A raindrop is like a giggle and a slip an utter laugh
a hug is a vertical wrestle
and a kiss is an ocean splash.
Its a big world in the eyes of a child where wonder lives up to its name.
but as we grow up it shrinks like a tall lit candle
for like ears and noses complacency grows bigger with age.