 Poems
by Maricia Skinna
Here are a selection of poems written by Maricia
Skinna, originally from Mountain Village and now living in Klawock,
Alaska.
The mind of a child takes you places
into the here and now, far from where you are.
Watch their minds bend immeasurable angles around something seemingly
simple.
All of a sudden things minute become grand and take a stand.
Swirling thoughts at great speed, emotions so high, the soul beings
to fly.
They may not know it, they may not show it, but a child has a power
so sly.
The mind of a child resides in us all, until we take a deep fall.
Even though we are tall, we act as if we are small, full of moans
and groans.
After all, what adventure is a mind without its pitfalls?
Do we spend our lives trying to find the person who left us far
behind?
Solving the hidden meanings of our mind, we take it to the grind.
As simple, yet complex as the human mind is in its stages, it absolutely
rages.
A great storm throws meaning out, there is no doubt.
What else is there to do besides cry out and shout?
Break the mind dulling tendency to pout.
That’s not what it’s all about.
Turn it all around, let joy abound, not allowing to go aground.
Imagine who it is you are above the par, way above the mar.
Ignore the scar; it is far from who you are.
Go ahead, mind, unleash and play young games of old, you will not
fold.
Endless stories untold, you must be bold, reaching for the gold.
Eventually the body gives way, but the mind does not have to pay,
I pray.
Feed the mind of a child who walks in stride, letting go of pride
on a magic ride.
Take it in, feel it real, begin to grin.
Fly free, the mind without bind, the eyes can be blind, just never
mind.
Be a follower of the mind of a child, not a wallower of the shallower.
Contently listen intently to the child echoing true blue, know
who? You, you, you. |
