Me, Myself and Anita

[anita.a]

Hey, I'm back! Going to have fun!

ME

1. APRIL 1ST

2. First Picture

3. Sick Me!

4. A Baby's Voice!

5. Who Are You?

6. Dream Castle

7. I do not know them!

8. To Sir, With Love!

9. A 'Little' Baby!

9. Forever Scared!

10. My Favorite Pet


MYSELF

11.Teenage

12. First Love Letter

13. 7 Long Years!

14. Backing Out

15. Turning Point



ANITA

16. Music of Life...

17.Your Naughtiness!

18. That Night..

19. Love Haiku

20. Losing Myself for the First Time

21. Pure Love and Nothing Else!

30. Till Death Do Us Apart!!

[Janet]

Sounds better that way- each of you writes 10. Happy NAPO!

[Featherless Biped]

Welcome back, Anita, Anitaself, and Anita!

[merelynn]

Happy NaPoMo!

[anita.a]

April 1st!!

At the stroke
Of midnight,
it was just her
And her mom struggling;
She wouldn’t come
Her mom wouldn’t give up!
Half an hour
It took her
To see the lights, but
breathing was a problem
And no cries
to any ear , sent
the Doc. into a frenzy.
Transportation strike,
Middle of the night
Pharmacy after hours
Electricity was a flicker.
A prick here and
one there
And she cried
to everyone’s heart’s content.
Since then, made
everyone cry with her
naughtiness and silly jokes!
Forty plus years
And still going strong!

[5th column]

For some reason reason this reminds me of a lucid dream.

Have a great NaPo.

[anenome]

Sounds like a traumatic real life event remembered each year, there is a breathlessness about the narrative and layout that seems to fit the theme, happy NaPo!

[anita.a]

First Picture

Her thumb in mouth,
staring with innocence
at the eye
that fastens memories
into itself.
She sat with her
colorful dress
and a hair
band that matched.

[Angela]

Anita,

Happy Birthday is in order, I think! I can hear her first cry and I can feel the relief.

First Picture is a sweet little snapshot. ...the eye that fastens memories into itself says so, so much. I know this, cause I am a momma, too.

Angela~

[Steven]

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

[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.