There is a need

early morning thought

At a time when the world precariously slips  on its

twirling  dervish axis, dizzying awareness of the

oceans' storm and the rivers drowning the downs -

small children look from lace-draped windows - shrug

say, 'can't go out to play today, let's play games, swig

pop, nibble cookies and make believe' 

come what may we must all hang, grip, meld selves

on the forgotten 'child within', age-focussed frowning, 

finding, waiting smiles hidden in the would be done - 'stead of giggling, making silly noises, not catching

breath to hiccup then - jump jumping in puddles

because - they're there 

then - re-discover that see-saws can soar and the

very best rope swing will carry their tired adult legs

to dance space, making believe that grown-ups can still

fly like Peter Pan - not secretly but when being 

watched, as they call, 'Look at me!'  We all need

someone to notice us. Don't we?

we need listen for that single bird singing mid-season

music at the glimpse of dawn - is far better than

buying diesel, fixing a tie with fingers sore from

yesterday's overtime.not.really.worth.the.bother

because what matters is - any job's worth a penny

if you win a kiss on your cheek when done 

most children learn something new every day, notice

shadowy rabbit ears on the gold frenzied wall-paper

behind the pillows, see rainbows on another wall as

the sun comes visiting between one curtain and

another part company now and again but do the light

fantastic apart but together

some children wake in strange places because their

home disappeared under rubble and their very best

friends went to heaven and its far, far to reach, not

even a plane can go that high anyway so - so they cry

then they're hugged cos there's nothing else to give

them right now or then

Jimmy (the any lad) uses his torch hidden under his Superman sheet; he's writing a letter to his soldier

dad or - the one in a place with bars all over; the 

words read 'happy burthday - have fun..' coz dad used to laugh lots  - once pon a time when boy was six and 

mum wore scent not gin

we need make the best of life because once upon a 

time we lived like we wanted to, mostly we had to,

no choice in the matter, no this or that just because

so,  children made up stories, adventured off and

away away wearing clumpy black boots because 

cops walked funny peculiar in them

adults go through hell: doing five days a week in

brainless work just to be conned by the state,

losing spare time to see fun in trying to walk in the snow at five the morning cos they have to clock-in -

and childen had to go to school early - 'BOOO!' coz

when you're little is rude to argue.. 

and - they had to learn how to swim in case they fell

through Winter long ice and needed to live strong

to be a fisherman out of Cornwall who went out 

come whatever weather because that was the only

job going - dad did it, gramps did.. and son will

instead of playing guitar

children don't really have choices, they are told,

instructed, persuaded, cajoled, bribed and made

to toe the line of best behaviour so one day they

can do what adults to do when a chance comes up.. 

if a man, a woman is here at just or unjust a time

to take it or leave it if you dare

boys and girls make believe because they still can,

at least until they realise rules come from places

and faces unknown.. but they, children must 

imagine reality, the road, the way, to true value,

treasuring the ethical advantages been taught

by adults - tho' some are still learning how.. 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Ghibran is an Indian Composer of Songs.. for every Season… there is a Reason to flow like a River and be like Birds on Wings to fly …. Gently, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Hello and good day, dear Pat
As always your words are gentle, kind and yes indeed, true. Love and blessings to/for you both.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... Autumn is a time for Homecomings and Magenta Skies. The Wisdom of the Ages like Golden leaves become our Guide. Wishing you blessings. softly, Pat

[Lorry]

Splashing in puddles is the only reason it rains, as far as mini-me child is involved!
The moment a child decides they're gonna do it is better than the act of doing it itself, but is still only surpassed when it's the moment adult you decides to do it!
Other great childish ideas to do as growed up you involves putting so many marshmallows in your hot choc that they soak ip all the hot choc, making up tunes and humming them loudly (the looks you get are hilarious and even better if you act like you don't see the frumpy growed up making them) and skipping along the road, or beach or anywhere for that matter, acting like you don't have a care in the world, which makes real cares disappear as much as saying things like "hello Mr and Mrs duck. Sorry I haven't any bread, but here's a smile just for you!"
Sadly, not everything in life is as carefree, but if you can smile and play pretend, then isn't that better than being a frumpy, real or not?
And when I grow up proper, I'm going to be the world's first professional imagineer! 😃

[emmajoygreen]

Dear friend, may I come join you in that wonderful happiness and imagineering - anything other than cynicism, doubt and all other sadnesses!

[Lorry]

Imagineer away Em. If you rush, we're in Arbroath just about to tuck into an Arbroath smokies for late lunch/early tea. Nom nom nom!

[redzone]

what a wonderful stream-of-consciousness poem Emmajoy! I appreciated how you woven being a child in an adult world where nothing makes sense and yet is the reality children must accept. No make-believe is allowed. And yet the adult world consists of a lot of make-believe!! There is not enough "Imagination" in the world. Or, like John Lennon wrote, "Imagine", where a child's make-believe is reality!!

Thanks for sharing.
Curt

[emmajoygreen]

Adults are expected to be grown up, like it or not! So, there is something special in those wonderful beings that never quite forget they were once children and thus -live on looking for the world's best or - are genuinely concerned and sad for the nasties and do what they can do to make things better. Imagine what a smile, wave or even a brief nod can do to another person who has nobody to speak to or share with. In sharing we find comfort so says most of the good books. Yes?
Thank you for still believing and imagining, sir.

[Dave W.]

This made me tear up. It's almost ironic, the way the world is, makes it that living life long enough can rob you of life lived to the fullest, or at the very least, what came so easy as a child, is work for the adult. I really like this line "Twirling dervish axis, dizzying awareness of the oceans' storm and the rivers drowning the downs", I read it aloud and it danced off my tongue.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for such generous thoughts, Dave W.
We all need to remember the child within.. is more the noticing of something for the first time and whispering..'Wow - is luverly! And ohhh - look at that! ' Then laughing and giggling till you hiccup over and over. Then, laugh again cos hiccuping is fun!!!