Through a Child’s Eyes


Simple morning chores all done
she was drawn by the metallic tinkle.

To a jingle-jangle of sound
which echoed so clear.
It was sweet, sweet
music to her ears.

Such a beautiful noise
drowned the gurgling sound
of water swirling at her feet.

The chimes were not placed
there through error though.
As with most of the small
Himalayan village
her papa is a fisherman
and he’d placed them
there to please the Gods.

To ask them for their blessings.

In awe
…she hesitates
wishing so to own.
To covet their music-bringing-joy


as if to show displeasure
at being thought a toy
to her surprise
a sudden gust arrives
and blows the chimes just
out of the young child’s reach.

shaken by this
to vindicate herself of
anymore such selfish thought
of ownership
she gives thanks instead for their sharing
and offers a silent prayer.


© Daydreamertoo           *All rights reserved

The prompt by Dani today at Poetry Jam was to use art/painting for our inspiration.
I wanted to write something to do with Tibetan wind chimes and, Googling it came across this artist’s stunning work. He has so many lovely paintings at his website.
Wai Ming

Shared with Three Word Wednesday: CCLXXIV Jingle, Error, Vindicate
Poetry Jam Painting a picture with words

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

24 thoughts on “Through a Child’s Eyes”

  1. Your words show intimacy with her desires and her spiritual eye. I love the lesson that you leave us with, here. Very lovely. Thank you!

  2. It’s a beautiful verse and the chimes make it more melodious. Of childhood wonder and innocence! Wonderful write Bren!


  3. I like what you’ve done with this and the thought behind it. The story that you have created is one that grips and holds the imagination. So difficult to put yourself in the place of a child, but beautifully accomplished here. Excellent. Well done.

  4. so so beautiful, Bren! i love the concept of placing the chimes there to please the Gods yet a child could enjoy their lovely music, too.

    thank you so much for participating at Poetry Jam!

  5. Beautiful. Some things one cannot own, but can only enjoy. I enjoyed the sweet gentleness and the lesson in this poem.

  6. Maybe the gift is the sound..not the chime..shiny though it may be..i love the magical world that a child’s eye can see..too quickly lost at times..Jae

  7. Not the way with the worth much these days, all have to own and not share, be nice if more were such aware.

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