Clifton Redmond

(7-4-1982 / Carlow)

Innocence


Note: As I sat on a bench in Cork and watched the children play
I wrote this thought down and built the poem from it afterwards.

“If only their energy could be harnessed
that herd of wild children”

Innocence

And there it is, innocence
alive among the climbing bars
swinging loose from the swings
and climbing those mighty ladders.

Sliding down the slides
Into the landscape of a new world.

Just beyond the sandbox
lies the wilderness of youth
where adults only gaze upon
and never dare to wander.

As you watch on you realize
that you miss that pure elation
of sliding down
into your next dream
your next adventure.

Climbing to the stars
or the top of your own personal castle
where you have been declared king
and all below must fall before you.

And it’s there in the wailing of the child
its deranged song
a hymn against time
that white noise chorus.

Nothing can keep them from their goal
no scraped knees nor bloody nose
as they tumble and leap
and know no pain or evil


I look upon them
with more than a small amount of jealousy
that ignorant innocence
and nothing to hold them back.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The idea here was born from the quote, but I found as I wrote the poem I couldn't fit it in anywhere. So instead it's there as the guide of inspiration.

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  • Rookie - 5 Points marvin brato (9/24/2013 4:10:00 AM)

    If only youth can be revived, i shall be the first one to take it! Very clever write, shows wisdom! (Report) Reply

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