Below is a poem by my daughter. It is a pantoum poem, which has a specific pattern of repeated verses.

Ignorance is Bliss

by Randi Eaton

 

I tell the world that we are born perfect

The world is our oyster

And we can run around like children

Tasting flavors and laughing with joy

 

The world is our oyster

But we grow old and forget

To taste flavors and laugh with joy

Instead there is bitterness and apathy

 

We grow old and forget

The grass stains and muddy play

Instead there is bitterness and apathy

And we tread lightly on the earth

 

The grass stains and muddy play

Never taint high heels or leather loafers

And we tread lightly on the earth

Spending days in the concrete of our minds

 

In high heels and loafers

We bitch, moan, gripe, and tear at the fabric

Spending days in the concrete of our minds

The world is gray and sour and heavy

 

We bitch, moan, gripe, and tear at the fabric

Injustice flares and then settles into suffocation

The world is gray and sour and heavy

But the children just want to play

 

Injustice flares and then settles into suffocation

But we can cut and paste and fly it like a kite

The children just want to play

And make fresh wind to breathe

 

We can cut and paste and fly like kites

We can run around like children

And make fresh wind to breathe

I tell you, we are born perfect.