Well, I know a lot of people were miserable in childhood, but I had the best parents ever who actually loved each other and my sister and me. So, I am in line with those assumptions. In fact, I still laugh and have a very good time!
You couldn’t be further from the truth. Those children were the ones who loved me the most. Do you know why? Because they could trust me, bc they knew I loved them and that they were safe with me. When I see them now, they talk ab how happy they were when they were at school. So 💁🏻♀️
I am glad for that outcome!
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I'm baffled at how you enjoy a poem which denies the existence of unhappy or less-happy children; and yet in your praxis you apparently gave less-happy children the safety they needed. How did you do that, without recognizing that their experience was different?
And maybe I did it bc I recognized that their experience was different. Isn’t that how we grow our empathy as human beings? Especially with children-shouldn’t we absolutely try to bring happiness to them? It’s why we praise effort, it’s why we make connections with them…do you have children?
Yes, that is a good way to grow our empathy. (Not specifically as human beings; it's a good way for any mammal to grow empathy.) As I said, I'm glad of the outcome you achieved - for them AND for yourself. I practice, and support, kindness to children; I only have a quarrel with the poem.
Sometimes I just enjoy writing for its beauty and its message. I loved fairy tales as a child and read all sorts of literature now that are NOTHING like my real life. It is words on a page. What types of literature do you like?
I find one of the beautiful things about poetry is that the intentions of the author don't have to align with the interpretation of the reader. Is it, "can I be a child again?" Or, "can I stop this medication?" Or something else?
Exactly. Wwwaaaaaahhhh conveys the same covetousness of childhood - the tantrum, or tantra in the plural are the basis of tantric practices. Stop crying and just breathe, dammit.
yes take me anyplace but this. i am in total hysteria about what we are seeing and keep thinking where can i go where there are no trumps and musks and republicans
In English we ask “Do I want to be a child again? In poetry we say “The endless exhaustion of treading on eggshells, uncertain if dreams will be a welcoming escape. How the past has scarred my soul”
That certainly does not describe my childhood, ergo I must assume that poetry is terribly inaccurate, or else only applying to those with an elite background.
Elite on one variable or another. There are wealthy cruel families, such as mine, and less wealthy but more healthy families, and then there's families with such poverty even if love is strong, hunger is always a distraction from that love.
Back, back, when the past was good
Back, back, but the past is buried
The enormity of the future has me worried!
Strive for a good today, not the "could/would"
Now, then and to be are all but one
Thus, remain constant for nothing is gone!
- Poem in response
In English, we say, “Can I be a child again?”
But in poetry, we say, “take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.”
Reminds me of a great quote from "Our Town" - "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it... every, every minute?" "No ... saints and poets maybe ... they do some."
I didn’t laugh as a child. I had to learn how as an adult and now (well not in the past couple of months) I laugh(ed) all the time. I was raised by evangelical parents, which explains this.
Sadly sometimes our childhoods were not so great in the days when being on the spectrum was not understood and you were mercilessly teased and bullied. I was never diagnosed formally but it would explain a lot of what happened. But I do appreciate the sentiment.🙂
#Alt4You
In English, we say, “Can I be a child again?”
But in poetry, we say, “take me back to when laughter was endless,
and my dreams were bigger than my fears.”
In English, we say:
“Take me somewhere I can breathe again.”
But in poetry, we say:
“Guide my weary soul to gentle dawns,
Where morning light chases away the weight of yesterday,
And hope is as simple as a child’s laughter.”
I had big dreams, but my fears were big. A natural consequence of parents allowing me to read anything I wanted. A dream of becoming an astronaut eclipsed by knowing what oxygen deprivation could do to a human. A dream of insterstellar travel eclipsed by logical surmise of what aliens would be like.
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https://youtu.be/gDhzbPheVRo?feature=shared
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or were you ignoring those ones?
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I'm baffled at how you enjoy a poem which denies the existence of unhappy or less-happy children; and yet in your praxis you apparently gave less-happy children the safety they needed. How did you do that, without recognizing that their experience was different?
In the weeds
Before I learned civility
I used to scream ferociously
Any time I wanted”
in English, we say "oooooowwwwww mmooooooommmmmyyyy it huuuuurrrrrrts"
“Take me back to paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty”
Wherever my training wheels took me around the blocks I found smiles.
Everyone’s had their joy
Beaten out of them
By the machinery that
Demands productivity
#ATankaIsFineToo
Back, back, but the past is buried
The enormity of the future has me worried!
Strive for a good today, not the "could/would"
Now, then and to be are all but one
Thus, remain constant for nothing is gone!
- Poem in response
But in poetry, we say, “take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.”
In English, we say, “Can I be a child again?”
But in poetry, we say, “take me back to when laughter was endless,
and my dreams were bigger than my fears.”
Not enough candy to be eaten,
Had more than 24 hours to play,
Cats and dogs spoke my own language,
And sky was not a limit.
But we were in a hurry to grow up ..
“Take me somewhere I can breathe again.”
But in poetry, we say:
“Guide my weary soul to gentle dawns,
Where morning light chases away the weight of yesterday,
And hope is as simple as a child’s laughter.”
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
Gussy it up however you want..😜
Civilization: why does
This end with childhood?