(Image by Tess Kincaid)
Hoje pela manhã
menor do que a menina que fui,
menor do que a mulher que sou.
Ser
casa
para os amigos,
sombra
para as formigas,
Uma vez
joelho machucado,
dobradura de origami,
rabisco,
clarabóia.
Mas
hoje,
eu acordei
pequena.
Smaller than the girl I once was
Smaller than the woman I am.
Being
A house for my friends,
Shade for the ants,
Cape of Good Hope.
Once
A bruised knee,
An origami folding project,
Doodles,
Skylight.
But today,
I woke up
tiny.
You can listen to me here:
Maybe it's worth it, to avoid all that responsibility.
ReplyDeleteAnd that too shall change- you will grow again!
ReplyDeleteI find much hope in the middle- thanks.
Love this wordplay on both languages! You should read this! I woke up very small and very slowly this morning!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we wake up tiny, sometimes larger than redwood trees. I so enjoy the effortless playfulness of this. Your hand is light, as always the hand of a true poet.
ReplyDeleteDeceptively deep words. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteSolid visuals - nice KC.
ReplyDeleteSome days I wake up tiny, too. Wonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteE nessas horas resolvemos crescer, tudo de novo.
ReplyDeletelots to think about, Kenia! beautiful thought!
ReplyDeleteHere is my Magpie
Some days tiny is the best to be. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful things pop up from tiny buds...! Loved this one!
ReplyDeleteYou had me at your Crooked Poetry title and the lovely wallpaper, but your Thumbelina poem sent me over the edge! I too have had a Thumbelina poem (sadly, only a draft for about 5 years now). If I ever finish I'll send it to you. Different take than yours, which I immensely enjoyed. You write beautifully. I had a Thumbelina doll as a girl and lost her. It broke my heart. I finally bought one on eBay a few years ago. She is very old and fragile but I always let my granddaughter play with her anyway. I think I might need to go finish that poem . . . Thank you!
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