Innocence

Innocence short poem

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When falling off the cliff they cry,
hurting the iris of their eye,
flying before they learn to fly,
whose words will kiss their tears to dry?
I am the Catcher in the Rye.

The Fallen knows the Catcher’s dream
to keep alive th’ innocent gleam.
The Catcher feels the Fallen’s sense:
‘Don’t kill the heart of Innocence!
Let it live hidden in the sky! ‘
I am the Catcher in the Rye.

I gave the hunting hat to me
while pushed into the falling free.
Life took me off the cliff, but I,
I was the Catcher in the Rye,
I gave myself the hat of hunt,
and through the Rye I walk and chant.

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I am a citizen of this wonderful world. I live in the language of every country, in the poetry of every language. I was born once with the word. I dream your dreams, I think your thoughts, I feel your fear, pain, joy, sorrow, doubt, serenity. I exist because you create me. Keep me alive in your poems and we shall live happily ever after.Maria Magdalena Biela
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@mariamagdalenabiela, the metaphor embedded runs so deep. Innocence is such broad subject to describe, and yet you have cut a slice and isolated it for your own perusal. Such is poetry, achieving in figurative speech what would be hard to do in straight language. Write on.

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