wish I could remember what it felt like

My hands
help me to understand the world I'm seeing.
My taste-buds are not always so helpful
in my quest for understanding.

But then again, my thirst for knowledge
should not be confused
with my wonder at solid food.

Contemplation
Takes so much effort and concentration
And I'm so frustrated at the fact
that my eyes refuse to stay open!!

I don't know these words yet
and by the time I do I'll have long forgotten
all the things my early childhood had to say.

 

thats an interesting comment on the search for understanding!

as far as i can tell the message is live, not look

 

great poam
if only we could remember
to be able to see.
you see now .........

love n peace from saff
i feel so lost for sight
and find myself forgetting
what i was, who i am,
where i was heading
all the same in circles
or coasters,,
live life to share
like you do..

thank you again....

 

Great poem, I really like the way it's written, in some 'new' way which I haven't really read before, and it flows very nice.

Good job,
Borut

 

It was inspired by my niece, who is one. The capacity for learning at that age is so tremendous, and wonderful to watch, as she learns to understand and experience in her innocence. To remember what it felt like to see the world in such an incredulous and innocent light, without the handicaps of an education, politics, conditioning, would be such an asset to every adult trying to make sense of things.Thank you for all your comments