Tuesday, January 02, 2007

hopscotch


the morning tear of God
rest on a blade of indifference
kneeling in the wind
defiant and omniscient
in hopeful singularity
the day has risen
the promise of life that She holds
in that ocean of tear
which is Her reason
calls the children to the playground of life
that is fate
four square
kickball
and rainy hopscotch
a child's most important thought
is greater than every world concern
crisis,politic or discovery
for a child is of life
and we are of death

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

a beautiful poem

Anonymous said...

Your poetry is getting better and better; especially as you leave partisan politics out of it.

Let's go to a reading...

bourgeois said...

WHEN WAS CHILDHOOD’S END?

Blink one
Think two
Smile three
Child four