Post by paintedmusic on Jan 7, 2008 23:26:29 GMT -5
darling, don’t ever grow up
12/17/07
Do you see the baby whale? Do you see him swimming?
Yes… so peacefully. Isn’t it beautiful to watch?
He’s lost – he can’t find his family
I hope he gets back to his Momma and Daddy soon…
He will! I know it!—because I’ve watched this movie already
Wasn’t it perfect when you were little
And always knew that everything would end
In happily-ever-afters?
All the whales fly up to the sky!
Shooting out of the ocean to swim with the clouds
There must be over one hundred whales up there…
Or a million kazillion and one hundred one hundreds
More than all the stars in the whole wide world
They fly higher than the clouds, higher than the sun
All the way into a thunderstorm.
I hope the baby isn’t afraid of thunderstorms.
(I’m not.)
I’m not surprised, darling.
What reason have you to be afraid?
Afraid of what? You wouldn’t even know.
I hope that never changes.
But wait – how can whales fly?
With feathered wings lent to them by angel fish
---
Jack-in-the-Box fell, so they can get married now.
Don’t you wish life were just so simple?
---
If snails are really slow, then how did they go so fast in this movie?
Real life isn’t like the movies, darling.
I guess no one ever told you…
Two by two – two by two
That has to be Noah’s Ark, of course.
But I thought the ark sent out a dove
So where’s the dove?
Hiding, darling, behind the cruel, black raven
---
Did you see that green lady? She looks like a star!
That spluttered and exploded into oblivion
Oh, where’s the pretty, pretty girl?
(The mean man ate her.)
But I didn’t even get the chance to say bye-bye.
I wish she’d come back and grow and grow again like before.
Life isn’t about getting what you want, darling;
It’s about learning to accept the cards you’re dealt.
Watch the pretty lady – watch, watch.
Yes, I see her.
She stretches her fingers over the forest.
She sneezes in flowers.
She smiles…
Even when the whole world cries.
---
But let’s not talk about all that now, darling.
Sleep—in the easiness that will be your life
(until life unteaches the simplistic happiness you know).
I hope you never have to open your eyes…
This was co-written by my five-year-old brother (although he was four at the time). All right, so he didn't actually know we were writing a poem together so to speak. I just sat him down in front of Fantasia 2000 (I think that was the title) and typed up all his comments about the movie. The italics are what I added to make the poem; all the rest would be his comments, thoughts, etc. on the movie he was watching. Please let me know what you think of it.
12/17/07
Do you see the baby whale? Do you see him swimming?
Yes… so peacefully. Isn’t it beautiful to watch?
He’s lost – he can’t find his family
I hope he gets back to his Momma and Daddy soon…
He will! I know it!—because I’ve watched this movie already
Wasn’t it perfect when you were little
And always knew that everything would end
In happily-ever-afters?
All the whales fly up to the sky!
Shooting out of the ocean to swim with the clouds
There must be over one hundred whales up there…
Or a million kazillion and one hundred one hundreds
More than all the stars in the whole wide world
They fly higher than the clouds, higher than the sun
All the way into a thunderstorm.
I hope the baby isn’t afraid of thunderstorms.
(I’m not.)
I’m not surprised, darling.
What reason have you to be afraid?
Afraid of what? You wouldn’t even know.
I hope that never changes.
But wait – how can whales fly?
With feathered wings lent to them by angel fish
---
Jack-in-the-Box fell, so they can get married now.
Don’t you wish life were just so simple?
---
If snails are really slow, then how did they go so fast in this movie?
Real life isn’t like the movies, darling.
I guess no one ever told you…
Two by two – two by two
That has to be Noah’s Ark, of course.
But I thought the ark sent out a dove
So where’s the dove?
Hiding, darling, behind the cruel, black raven
---
Did you see that green lady? She looks like a star!
That spluttered and exploded into oblivion
Oh, where’s the pretty, pretty girl?
(The mean man ate her.)
But I didn’t even get the chance to say bye-bye.
I wish she’d come back and grow and grow again like before.
Life isn’t about getting what you want, darling;
It’s about learning to accept the cards you’re dealt.
Watch the pretty lady – watch, watch.
Yes, I see her.
She stretches her fingers over the forest.
She sneezes in flowers.
She smiles…
Even when the whole world cries.
---
But let’s not talk about all that now, darling.
Sleep—in the easiness that will be your life
(until life unteaches the simplistic happiness you know).
I hope you never have to open your eyes…
This was co-written by my five-year-old brother (although he was four at the time). All right, so he didn't actually know we were writing a poem together so to speak. I just sat him down in front of Fantasia 2000 (I think that was the title) and typed up all his comments about the movie. The italics are what I added to make the poem; all the rest would be his comments, thoughts, etc. on the movie he was watching. Please let me know what you think of it.
