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I write what I feel…







A fluffy little bundle of white,
Head up and tail held high,
Tripped confidently across
The street between the cars,
Drivers unable to see.
I held my breath as wheels
Passed him by on either side
But his luck failed at last
And he went tumbling head over
Heels as the cars went past…
Innocence goes hand in hand
With trust and disappears
Sometimes s-l-o-w-l-y, sometimes
Gently, but oft times too-fast-to-see,
Ground under the wheels of life.

Photograph and poem: ©Denise G Allen, May 2014 06:17
Delicate and airy, gaura is known as ‘Whirling Butterflies’, inspired by its dainty, dancing butterflylike flowers. It has long reddish stems that bear loose panicles …

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

8 thoughts on “Innocence

  1. ouch…ground under for sure…and in that there is sadness…for anyone that falls under its weight…


    • I saw this scene play out some years back and felt so helpless. Since then I have often seen it again and again in my mind’s eye. I thought it would make a good metaphor for this poem of innocence.


  2. If only life were
    More like one we envision
    We do what we can


    • I agree Ben, but we are often overtaken by events which we can’t control. One day I hope it will all become clear – or maybe by then we really won’t care 🙂


  3. Tragic tale but too close to reality.


    • To lose one’s innocence can be a very traumatic thing, but worldly cares do wear it away slowly over time. We should be more aware of what is happening to us.


      • In time we are. When we wake up and notice we have lived most of our life. We try to grab the memories we remember and embrace the sweetness we feel each day we were allowed another day breathing. We learn to be aware and pay more attention. This why we should be considered wise when we age.


        • Exactly. We learn to differentiate between what is really important and what is not. Life is a wonderful gift which we should not waste. You have expressed it so well – thank you SHO!


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