Leah Ayliffe

Gold Star - 6,233 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

Child To Inspire - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

The world will wait for us
Patient and kind she is, understanding how children grow to unlearn the truth
Fire from the trees of autumns leaves
Blue skies, a candle lit beside a cup of coffee
The age of transition to the coldest hour
I am dreaming with the bitter sun that still shines despite the frost
Winter cannot touch its majestic flames
A galaxy blanket keeping it safe beyond the clouds
Revealing one of many pathways to heaven
We are just kids, little ones playing with a divine form
The shame of those who murder it
Killing so slowly the essence of this place
Etching away the truth with pretty lies to let luxury seem appealing
Justified.
But I can’t think about those things
It is not for me to care of
I think I found the reason for my being
In the insanity of my restless mind,
The troubles that concern me all the time
I am a fairy of lavender here to love the whole world
Let me take your hand and inspire you with dreams you never could fathom
The skeptical looks I get while dancing along the streets
Singing at the park after dark
Lost little girl, stranded in a world of play pretend
Why do people think I’m so fragile?
I happen to be everything I think to be true
I believe in mermaids swimming on the moon
Is that such a crazy notion to entertain?
Let me show the magic that cannot be seen until you surrender your mind
Darling, this is all there is
All I have to survive
Expand the image you have constructed in your head
Use some purple, blue, or glitter and lightening
The ocean, the desert, the sky, the rain
With a paintbrush, a guitar, a feather dipped in ink
Explode with all the maddening desires you’ve been told to withhold
Tell me you secrets, I am in love with your dreams
And whoever it is you want to become
You may already be
Let yourself be.
Shine in your sadness and happiness
Confusion is beautiful, peace is serenity
And you are everything. Everything.
People feel bad since I am always stuck inside
They haven’t an idea that they are trapped out there
Walking around listening to others telling them what they should want to do
I don’t think they even have a moment to discover their own desires
I am not fragile like I’d have you imagine
I am darkness, nothing can hurt me now
It is magnificent.
Like this autumn day that has passion written all over it
In the slowly burning candle still glowing beside me
The sun staying warm in the cold blue sky
And my coffee getting cooler but still setting my mind on fire
Can you look at your day and paint a picture of truth?
Take my hand fellow playmate of the earth,
Let your fantasies become your reality,
Learn what it is like once your dreams have won.

Topic(s) of this poem: reality, world


Comments about Child To Inspire by Leah Ayliffe

  • Daniel Brick (10/23/2015 11:20:00 PM)


    WOW! This poem is epic in its reach and resonance, and I mean those last two words very literally. I closed a long poem I wrote in 2013 THIS SYMPHONY IS THE WORLD but your poem really fulfills that description! How can this little PH box contain what I want to say about CHILD TO INSPIRE? It can't, your imagination creates a forest where other poets would nurture a single sapling. But my gushing won't help you as a writer, so let me try to assume the role of the dispassionate critic I was trained to be in college and offer my reactions to your poem's REACH and RESONANCE. // At the end of the poem you return to images that appear at the beginning - the cup of coffee, autumn colors, child's play, etc. - which I think is exactly right because a long poem needs to fold into itself to bring closure to the event of the poem as something to be read. I'm not saying the issues the poem raises are resolved! That's not your kind of closure: issues remain open for you, you come back to them in later poems. No, this is closure as a literary technique so that the reader can think about the poem and assess its meanings, or its reach and resonance. In a nutshell, the poet falls silent so that the reader can being that self-talk in his or her own mind. I was ready for that self-talk when the poem reached lines 17-20, but it pulled me forward into more statements, images, in a word, complexity. The next moment when self-talk summoned me was nine lines later, LET ME SHOW THE MAGIC THAT CANNOT BE SEEN UNTIL YOU SURRENDER YOUR MIND. What a sophisticated lesson this child is receiving from you! There is no condescension in your dialogue with her/him. And with the passage beginning EXPAND THE IMAGE you guide the child in the process of creativity. What respect you show for this learner. This is the essence of good teaching - to release the learner's imagination, rather than filling their mind with information. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/23/2015 1:37:00 PM)


    Justified with the muse of love. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015

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