Ways of the world
can be ambiguous
growth of blinded
innocence seeing
only roses and
butterflies from
idealistic dreams
Bringing a smile
into view of the
world colored
by your desires
assuming that
things are as
you see them
Food for inspiration
yet not the absolute
truth as your reality
depends on whatever
is in your imagination
to make it happen
enjoying the reverie
(c) Coming of Age
10September2012
Vivian L Dawson
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Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2012
I am very appreciative of your version of 'we create our own reality'....your words: "truth as your reality/depends on whatever/is in your imagination/to make it happen." Wonderful! ~~ Diana
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2012
That phrase "blinded innocence" is pretty thought provoking. Blinded is a harsh word in the context but on reflection it fits really well; after all it's our brutal world that blinds our children's innocence and the innocent children are the lucky ones. We adults are the ones that made the mess.
I sense we protect our children too much from all the media and Internet hype. To me coming of age means gaining responsibility and the only way to gain responsibility is to have had to face the down and dirty side of life on our own without someone holding our hand continuously until we are unable to be brave and face the future with determination.
Childhood is for play, and we should allow play to happen for the values it teaches.
Those were times of beauty when in our world
of childhood things were innocent and beautiful.
I say let the children dream of all the beauty
they desire, all grow up too quickly to reality
as our world shows us now. Nothing at all wrong
with this as long as age appropriately in stages
of growth children can be also taught the dangers.
Funny, I had my little Grandgirls over night soon to be age 5 and 3...Camryn the oldest (during bedtime hours) wished to ride a rainbow with unicorns, she asked me if it is real, wishes? I said, you can believe anything you can dream or wish..wow your poem is such a stong message..moving!
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2012
I like the optimistic tone with not a hint of the jaded perspectives that so often obscure that bright world our imaginations bode forth. Another splendid poem, dear Vivian.
Oh, to be young when everything has the sweet scent of flowers and the taste of delicious lollipops. When we get a little older reality sets in and at that point one has to make their own reality, finding their way step by step as you have shown in this oh, so true poem. Very clever writing!
Joy L. Hale
Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2012
AAaaahh, I remember back when...such a vivid imagination and even today I can envision, but have trouble making it happen, no reverie.
THe reverse is not the same when your dreams of beauty which surrounds you dissapears as you age. Beautifully penned my Dear Lady Vivian.
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2012
THE DISAPPOINTMENT COMES IN LATER YEARS WHEN WE ARE NO LONGER YOUNG AND MUST FACE LIFE WITH IT UPS AND DOWNS...SUCH IS THE PROCESS OF LIFE.
THANKS AGAIN, VIVIAN FOR ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK. ANNA
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
depends on whatever
is in your imagination
How so true, especially for children.
Childhood is for play, and we should allow play to happen for the values it teaches.
Ron
of childhood things were innocent and beautiful.
I say let the children dream of all the beauty
they desire, all grow up too quickly to reality
as our world shows us now. Nothing at all wrong
with this as long as age appropriately in stages
of growth children can be also taught the dangers.
Wonderful write Vivian :)
Love and Light
Lily
Roger
Joy L. Hale
Joy L. Hale
Enjoyed, Vivian!
Deborah
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budd
THANKS AGAIN, VIVIAN FOR ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK. ANNA
Precious image of roses 'n butterflies to touch her heart.
Coming of age and enjoying the reverie.
Lady Mary Ann