Until I AM Grown

by Rula Shin

I am a child in the
Eyes of nature
Knowing I am a child
Yet hardly growing

I hear the words
Of the wise and
Nod in their direction
Moving my mouth
North and south

I am a willing specimen
An eager pupil
Knowing direction
Is no direction known

But how does knowing
Get me there?
For knowing was never my tool
Though I have a pen

My hand still moves in one direction
Interpreting the world
As two dimensional
Until I AM grown


Posted on 09/29/2007
Copyright © 2023 Rula Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/29/07 at 08:45 AM

Oh, how I have missed this poetic voice of yours! Bravo, Rula, bravo!!

Posted by Laura Doom on 12/21/07 at 07:30 PM

I guess a growing child grows its own child within the mother-consciousness?
[...for when I am grown, dimensions will be of no consequence]
A finely nurtured piece rules :)

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/20/10 at 11:51 AM

this poem has within it all the qualities I love in poetry. it thinks, it it curious, it is ironic, is sad, is hopeful and it is inevitably progressing toward a better and ultimate understanding of ourselves, which is a trip worth well the making, if simply to discover if all we surmised or presumed was true. Eureka! it was.

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