A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
I remember one day
Strolling the beach
With my little boy
When suddenly
He picks up something
Then opening his hand
He shows it to me
Saying
Beautiful, isn’t it?
It was just a stone
But the resonance
Of his words hit me
From all over
You’re currently reading “Eyes of a Child,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
5.19.12 / 7am
A truly beautiful poem. We should “see” the world through the child’s eyes and realize the beauty of everything around us, even such ordinary things like the stone he picked up.
5.19.12 / 8am
Well said and perceived, my friend. We should preserve our inner child. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
5.23.12 / 3am
Aha! That, in so few words, is what I was trying to convey in the post you read on my blog. Thank you for allowing me to find you. You have reminded me of the beauty that is in poetry and in children. Also, your poetic challenge of 13 lines reminds me of Robert Bly and the challenge he gave himself to write a poem a day as soon as he woke up. The result is the book entitled “Morning Poems”. This in turn inspired David Lehman who collected his daily writings in a book entitled “The Daily Mirror”. I’m sure there are others and other challenges, but these I know from my (not so recent) studies.
5.20.12 / 2am
Poignant, yet simple!
5.20.12 / 10am
Thanks for this nice poem, so true and beautiful…
6.1.12 / 6pm
The beauty and vulnerable truth that comes from a child is so priceless. You have captures this so well! what parent doesn’t have a rock collection somewhere to dust around, until it is forgotten for the next beautiful thing?
6.1.12 / 9pm
That is so true, Melody. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
6.5.12 / 12pm
Love this – wish we all could ever keep our childish eye. Thanks for stopping by my Blog.
6.5.12 / 12pm
My pleasure. Thanks for commenting. You’re welcome.
6.12.12 / 8pm
Could have been my son. Moments with children are beyond perfect sometimes, you just got to open up to it.
6.12.12 / 8pm
Yes, that’s true. This one stays with me forever. Thanks for commenting.
Suriname
Gladius Poeticus 
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