Child's Play

HERE'S A POEM THAT I FIRST published in my book of poems, TWO GHOSTS.  Self published.  It works, is nice to see your book published.  But bear in mind that it can be a money pit.  Because every few months "they" (publishers) present an idea to help you sell your book.  Outlay of money on your part.  Promoting the book, on their part.  I generally say, no thank you!  Maybe that's why my book isn't a best seller.  But that's OK.  We're talking poetry here.  It's just nice to hold a book of my poetry in my hands.  I'm not the most driven person in the world.  Although I'd sell the screen rights in a minute.  Anyone?

I may have posted this poem before..well, here it is again.

CHILD'S PLAY

Eleven years old

and the light in his eyes

dims to black points.

The roundness of his chin

takes on a shimmer

that looks like whiskers.

Little ancient boy will never smile,

he's slipped out

the backdoor of childhood.

A Buddhist teacher at his side whispers,

"You have 84,000 different emotions,

and the three poisons.

Just thoughts.

Don't be distracted".

The boy shrugs,

no stranger to the study of virtue.

Break free.

Be empty.

Go away.

Come back.

But first he wants to run outside

and play in the snow.

Simply a thought.

@copyright/ al rights reserved/ 2008

Two Ghosts/ poems/ Lyn Rochelle/  http://www.amazon.com/