To Be

So pure, to love like a child.

It's true, the perfect age is three
when nothing's less than harmony.

But one at once my age ascends.
The straight and simple slowly bends.
I'll never be that child again.

I'm of the same both flesh and mind
And all's between is time, time, time.

Time's good only for thinking free
And too much thinking wears on me.
I forgot and forget what it is to be.

Back to my source, and its source before.
Where else but the water and the shore?

I hear her against the wind
and feel him dance upon my skin.
I find myself a child again.

Reviews

[Mountain Dawn]

Life as a child. I agree, it was so simple then. Everything was new and exciting but to go back???
This was a little harder for me to follow than most of your writing. Your technique is really interesting and makes your reader want to know what's next. Good Job.

[Lau Thiam Kok]

I liked this piece of writing because it is metaphysical and philosophical. It is a theoritical writing than just a poem, which interests me to read on. It makes me think. Nice work!

[free2bee]

I loved this poem, the line"The straight and simple slowly bends" perfectly describe that transition from the simple innocence of a young child to the adult with the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Awesome job, thanks for writing.

[None]

Ah, to return to the simplicity of childhood. I think it is those times of letting go and following imagination, open-mouthed, clenched-eyes, bellyful laughter; rolling in the grass, barefoot in the mud, mud pies, catching fireflies, scary shadows under the bed and in the closet, sun on upturned, wide-eyed face of childhood.
The line "But one at once my age descends/The straight and simple slowly bends." is an honest depiction of the complexity that come with the "grey" (that of work, bills, time constraints, pressures, etc) areas of adulthood and the (forced?) abandonment of the simplicity of childhood. Another great line is "I'm of the same both flesh and mind/And all's between is time, time, time." Yea, this is where I understood you to mean that that child still exist within the adult, but time (chronological age) is the only separation between the two.
Childhood: the lament of the adult. Very nice piece.

[Megan Wylder]

Everyone seems to want to be a child again after passing that age, good job, i really loved it.