Me, Myself and Anita

[anita.a]

Thank you 5th column, Kristalynn,cookala for stopping by. Glad you liked them so far!

A Baby's Voice!

A cry
A diaper
Nursing
Feeding
Burping the child
Putting it to sleep
So easy, indeed!
Mom complains
of having no time.
But, don’t I sleep
through the day?

[anita.a]

Sometimes in my sleep
I see faces I do not know
I wake up and I see
All those faces, all over again.

[Donner]

Hi, Anita,

Easy indeed. For the baby. I thought at first the first 7 lines were from the mom's perspective because "the baby" is in the third person, but the ending would indicate that it's the baby who can't imagine why her mom would complain. Baby sleeps all day, after all, which should allow mom plenty of time to take care of whatever needs taking care of. (If only. Heh.)

Donner

[Steven]

Of these my favorite would be 'First Picture'. Very cute. I like the eye that 'fastens memories into itself' a lot.

[JFN]

Anita, born on April Fool's Day and they're bound to be mischievous. I liked the dark humour of a half hour to see the lights.

First Picture is sweet, and I enjoyed the baby's interpretation of the camera.

The visit to the doctor is good fun too. The rhythm is great, and it seem's appropriately self-focused given N's viewpoint.

These last two, which seen very closely linked, are delightful. I love the idea of conciously forgotten faces popping into dreams and then becomming real, as if the baby thinks they've imagined them to life.

You're channelling your inner child well, it makes for a lovely perspective.

John

[anita.a]

Thanks Donner for stopping by. Yes, so easy weasy for the mom, right??!! Do babies ever grow up? Mine are teenagers, by the way, but still...

[anita.a]

That's so sweet of you JFN for going through all of them. Glad you like them. Thanks for stopping by.

Anita, born on April Fool's Day and their bound to be mischievous. I liked the Dark humour of a half hour to see the lights.

First Picture is sweet, and I enjoyed the baby's interpretation of the camera.

The visit to the doctor is good fun too. The rhythm is great, and it seem's appropriately self-focused given N's viewpoint.

These last two, which seen very closely linked, are delightful. I love the idea of conciously forgotten faces popping into dreams and then becomming real, as if the baby thinks they've imagined them to life.

You're channelling your inner child well, it makes for a lovely perspective.

John

[anita.a]

Thanks Steven for stopping by. I'm glad you liked 'First Picture'. I like that too.

[anita.a]

It broke!
My tiny hands
wiped the tears
from my dirty face
with sandy fingers.
I stood up, dusted
my pink dress which
was half brown.
I looked once more
at the crumbled
castle. No more
prince and princess story
in it. I kicked
at it and ran
to the comforting arms
of my smiling mom.

[anita.a]

From ‘Come little children’
To ‘Wee willie winkie’
I know my rhymes.

From 23+76
To 38-14,
I know my Math.

From air bubbles
To water vapor
I know my science.

But,

From ‘go ask your dad’
To ‘your mom will decide’
I do not know my parents!

[Sorry]

Hi Anita, Happy NaPo. What strikes me about your thread is how you used very basic vocabulary, short lines, and simple adjectives together to effectively represent a child-like perspective/voice. Nice work. I'll be visiting again, enjoy the day. WL

[Emilio]

Anita, I love the familial inspirations here. In First Picture, I really enjoyed the figurative language here:

the eye
that fastens memories
into itself.

My favorite of these however, is this last, I Do Not Know My Parents! It captures the innocence and sadness of a child well. Consider maybe, a title change, so as not to give away the punch a the end. I really like this poem though, good job!

Best,

[anita.a]

Had so many things going on at once.... didn't come up with any poem ideas at all! But, I'm back now!

To Sir, With Love!

He walked into the room
and said ‘Hello’, every day.
When someone talked
in class he said,
‘Keep quite you idiot’
with a smile on his face.
With the nouns, conjunctions
and the commas, he taught
Sophistication and patience;
humor and humanity.
He was my mentor
and my first crush too!
Deep in me I knew
And he never denied it too;
My favorite he was
And always will be.
To Sir, with love,
I take a bow.

[anita.a]

A 'Little' Baby !

A little baby, with tiny hands
‘Curly hair, very fair’.
A round ball of white blanket,
clear skin and big eyes.
I picked him up to kiss his cheek.
The pink face turned pinker
And my ears went deaf
with the loud howling.
All kins starred at me
looking me down in the eye.
“What?” I asked, and
"It's my brother!" I screamed.
Noisy anger and silly people!
I just showed my love,
And this is what I get!

[Word Weaver]

Delightful! I appreciate your taking the child's perspective. It's so easy to forget that when we're tall.