Monday, February 8, 2010

a child's perspective

WONDER spreads over his face
like ink over the blank expanse
in sprints and tumbles and twirls
creating the rudimentary figure
of a lion.
he sees the work of a master.

Hello innocence,
feel free to stay a while.

you will be missed–

1 comment:

  1. Grace, my favorite part of this poem is what you leave OUT. You hint, but don't hammer-- and as a result your poem is delicate, elegant, and lets the reader indulge in just enough of his own idiosyncrasies-- like a child.

    Love the apostrophizing to Innocence.

    The last dash is very Dickinson-esque. :)
    10/10

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