Poem to Edgar Froese -- The music will be in your mind!

 
...
I wanted to go outside
to pick some flowers
...
a lot of folks
were crying
around a funny box
...
and these smells
were funny
...
mom gave me a doll 
and told me to wait outside
...
what are they doing?
I asked
...
someone died
...
what's that?
they left us
and went away
...
where?
... 
to heaven.
I watched a little
and in the window
over there
it was sunny outside
...
and I wanted to go there
...
mom let me go.
The door was slightly open
and I opened it some more
and it made a little noise
and an old lady looked at me
with an ugly face
...
but I wanted to go outside
...
so I ignored the old lady
and stepped out.
There were trees
there were birds
there were butterflies
...
and I ran with my arms open
...
weeeeeeeee ....
...
and I immediately lowered my voice
... 
weeeeeeeee ....
and I fell on the ground
on the soft grass
and rolled and rolled
and I saw the birds
I saw the trees
I saw the grass
I saw the butterflies
...
and then
I stopped rolling
and watched the sky
...
all around
lots of things
flying
...
this was fun
...
As I turned
I saw some pretty flowers
and I got up
and went to gather a few
to bring them back
...
in the distance
I heard some music
...
momma said it was music
...
and it was alright
...
and as I picked the flowers
I got a few more flowers
and got closer to the house
...
I reached the door
opened it
and walked in
and gave momma the flowers
...
she smelled them
smiled a wee bit
looked at me
looked at the flowers
and then
she got up
and took the flowers
to that funny box
...
someone was almost closing it
and they stopped
and momma threw the flowers
in there
and the man finished
closing the box.
We all left that house
a minute later
and drove home
...
I could see the fields
I could see the flowers
I could see the birds
I could see the butterflies
...
in the distance
...

(c)Pedro Sena 2015. Printed on Cakewalk with author permission

Hi,
 
Thanks ... it was taken from a surrealistic situation ... a small one act play that my father once wrote, and all the sounds are the women sneezing and sobbing, and snoozing, and they are too loud. I didn't mind the play, but it was a bit too cynical for my tastes, and while Luis Bunuel (my favorite director EVAH!), was strange and weird, but I do not find him cynical at all.
 
I wanted something freer of social comments. And a child's view, for me, was very easy. So much so that I once wrote a short story from the horse's point of view!
 
Thanks again
 
Unfortunately, the appreciation for poetry in this forum is ... quite sad! Like a lot of their "lyrics" are not poetry, but it doesn't rhyme with rock'n'roll!  it really is all poetry for me ... but the child/innocent sight and view is the one I always seem to come back to, even in my posts in this board! It's what I see most of the time.