INNOCENT

With closing of eyes I see a child
who had just learned how to run
with arms spread and running wild,
lids tight shut and having fun.

A little boy with eyes of green
flying over the lush grass
toward a destiny unseen,
unaware that youth would pass.

And just before he hits a tree
I open up my faded eyes
for that young child was once me
ere life took me by surprise.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Based on one of my earliest memories. Been plenty of "trees" since then lol............

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Hi

Tree likely felt more fortunate than I did lol. At least I learned to keep eyes open...............stan

Lovely poem, touch of loss

Lovely poem, touch of loss and longing.
I like the way you have used the rhyming pattern in a natural and unforced way, rather than let the rhyming pattern dictate to you.
Jxx

Hi Jane

Thank you. Trying to use rhyme unforced is a bit of a challenge for an old duffer like me lol.............stan

a good reminisce in script...i especially liked the perfect description of the child running...and I also know now you have green eyes...
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Hi raj

My eye color is a source of argument. I look in the mirror and see deep emerald green but Susan and other claim they are blue. But I still claim green lol. Thanks for the visit to this oldie (both poem and author lol)