Saturday, January 12, 2013

Still restless




inside me lives a restless child 
taller than her mother, daydreams 
bright afternoons of hide and seek
as she pares fruits and salts the soup-

she runs carefree as daffodils 
a restless child inside me, she  
curls like a spring bud reading books,  
writing notes of rebellion and 

thinks about flying into space
as she cleans the dirty dishes - 
inside me lives this child, woman  
of wrinkles and blue tattooed lines -  

she has traveled many roads, now 
smaller than her children, she (still) dreams 
of painting sunsets, catching storms- 
restless- this woman is (still) a child -        


Posted for:  D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics of growing up  ~  Thanks to Stu Mcpherson ~

Poetry form:  Quartern - written in 4 quatrains with a refrain in each successive stanza.   


Inspiration:   Brazilian poet , Ana Lins dos GuimarĂ£es Peixoto, Cora Coralina:   All lives -
Ana published her first book when she was 75 years old.       Picture credit:  here                                           

57 comments:

  1. Yes, I think we each carry with us the child we once were; and are still that child in many ways. As long as we can dream...........

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    1. I believe that Mary ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  2. thinking about flying into space while cleaning the dirty dishes...i like...it's good to feel that this child inside is still alive..

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  3. smiles...beautiful....love he subtle transitions....taller than her mom then the smaller than her kids....ther eis def still a child in there...and in me as well..a part of us that will never grow up....smiles...keep dreaming, keep painting....

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    1. It's a challenge to keep it alive ~ Thank you Brian ~

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  4. And that is something you and all should hold on to, as being a child is sure fun, even if we have to be a responsible one and do the dishes haha

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    1. It sure is Pat ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  5. Grace- the quatern works perfectly here, like an echo of your dreams.

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    1. Thank you Laurie ~ The form was fun to do ~

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  6. We all get those moments where something wake the child within in and nothing can keep that energy from seeping out. I loved this!

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  7. Lovely, I always wanted to be a rockstar as I cleaned the dirty dishes... this one made me smile and brought back my own memories... glad you still carry the child within. Thank you thoroughly eenjoyed.

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    1. I daydream doing chores ~ Thanks Di ~

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  8. awesome form...and an awesome poem!....without that child inside us, i genuinely believe we die. In fact, I think for those people who DO lose it, or let it sleep anyway, walk the earth in limbo...its pretty clear to see, I've met a few of them!...some beautiful lines in this Grace

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    1. I think its important for the child to live within us ~ Thank you Stu for the wonderful prompt ~

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  9. Great work ! Both the text and image. Wearing some ink meself, certainly moving. Please have a good Sunday.

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  10. Really beautiful piece Grace. And I relate. Great work. Love the new header on your blog--nice shot :)

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    1. Thanks Jennifer ~ Thought I will use my own picture for the header ~

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  11. Oh, beautifully said and I agree--we are all still children inside.

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  12. Oh I love this and can very much relate. I really connected with your description 'there is a child inside, who is taller than her mother' which for me had an Alice in Wonderland feel. Your inner child squashed inside of you but outgrowing you every day and trying to find a way to stretch her limbs and be released! Great.

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    1. I love your interpretation ~ Thank you dear ~

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  13. Yes, I think we all have an inner child, bound in chains in some basement somewhere, afraid that if we let it out we will be considered foolish. Or worse. Let it out, I say. Thank you. Your poem was a sweet start to my day.

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    1. I know, foolish and carefree ~ Thanks JCN ~

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  14. I agree, we have to hang on to our inner child because that is where we first discovered love and laughter. I loved this, Grace, just beautiful. Have a wonderful weekend.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely thoughts Elsie ~ Have a wonderful weekend too ~

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  15. all the little old ladies and gentlemen we see must all have a child in them..that can't get out, but it's enough to keep them going ..memories..

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  16. OwWooo!!! Golly, beautiful, every staaaage of the way. The form is a good choice for this lifelong relationship the narrator has with herself.

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  17. ...forever young at heart, Grace... perhaps, that might be the very secret to perpetual happiness...to live forever young at heart... I'm afraid i can't joim the pub today...i'm bound to meeting my deadlines in finishing taxes...then i'll be drafting finacial statements... I am working as a corporate accountant that's why it's already given to have unending number works...aww...blessed sunday to you...smiles...

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  18. Beautiful ... the child lives within us always :-)

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  19. How lost that child can be until we remember. Well done.

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  20. I like the recurring child in every verse. You build different perspectives on the theme, and there is a quiet integrity to the whole.

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  21. Very evocative and so true. The child inhabits us forever.

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  22. it is a strange thing feeling grey and small at the same time. great poem.

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  23. Nice to honor the child within us. I like how you express this. I also like the inspiration of your poem I love hearing about women who publish in old age. It gives me hope.

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  24. she has traveled many roads, that says it all

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  25. Oh goodness this is quite amazing. I also love the choice of picture.

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  26. Lovely. I agree that it's important to keep your inner child alive :-)

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  27. So yes! What excellent details of daily life, and your repetition and reversals work so well. Great form to contain your message.

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  28. Aging is actually being a child again.
    If only, the kids that the person had, understood it.

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  29. One thing is to feel the child inside you, and another thing is to be it. I enjoyed your poem. It is like you say: despite anything, I am a child. May everyone want to identify, being children not by play but by faith in God.

    God give you a nice week!

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  30. Such an effective treatment, alternating between the two portrait of the child inside, and the older woman. It underlines the contrasts and similarities so well. I love the way you've formed these subtle thoughts in quatrains.

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  31. Love this poem and its form. I, too, occasionally feel like the child I once was and maybe could still be,,,

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  32. We all feel like that - I remember my grandma, in her 90's doing a sashay across the room to a dance tune, smiling. In that moment, I could SEE the young girl still inside her. Great write! Loved it.

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  33. I think the child lives inside us until the day we die.

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  34. really like this. There's a beautiful contrast of image and reflection here. The mundane task of chores paired with the dreams, so creatively spun. Excellent. Thanks

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  35. Beautiful...there is the child in me that will forever stay no matter my age. She has been wounded and bears scars, but joy has been my healer.

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  36. You just take great care of that child there, you have a treasure to be sure! Great write.

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  37. There needs to be something of the child we were in each of us; that sense of wonder at discovering new delights of all kinds, that need to be playful and even, at times, a bit rebellious. It's such a shame that so much effort is made by so many to smother the inner child - and such a relief that he/she simply refuses to die.

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  38. Beautiful! It's good to always remember that part of us.

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  39. Forever young, the child remains in the adult. Beautiful language and flow.

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