Friday, November 18, 2005

Always a poet

I heard a story of awe the other day
and changed it into a poem,
because that is what I do.


Little girl at an easel,
apron too big and stool too tall,
painting what she sees and feels --
just like the teacher asked.

All around is diligence,
kids drawing pets, kids having fun,
painting what they see and know --
limited by time and space.

"What are you drawing here?"
queried the teacher stern and grey,
seeing no shapes or patterns
of normal childhood.

"I am painting God's face,"
chimed the girl of bright laughing eyes,
with strokes of innocence
and a child's mirth.

"But no one knows of that!"
distained the teacher dogma bound,
with sense of awe withered
by a spinster's choosing.

"They will when I am though!"
pronounced the child from knowing,
as perhaps we would right now
if not for growing old.


At 11:57 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

withered by dogma and rhetoric more likely! The child is a sheer delight.

At 7:12 PM, Blogger Leonie Bryant said...

beautifully said - it takes us all our life to reclaim this childlike innocence!

At 12:36 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Too true. Just so.


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