Amararama. A poem about spirit for kids. InNaPoWriMo day 12

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©Arminda San Martín

Illustration

http://armisanmartin.blogspot.com

http://armidigital.blogspot.com

©Fernanda Raiti

Words

http://fernandaraiti.wordpress.com

https://amararama.wordpress.com

http://lacasanaranja.com.ar

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Mirror, oh, mirror. InNaWriPoMo Day 4.

mirror mirror

Hey! I did this drawing and I took this picture! All Credits are mine 🙂

Mirror, oh, mirror, who is the ugliest of them all?

It is you Milady, you got a running nose.

Mirror, oh, mirror, who is the ugliest of them all?

It is you Milady, your hair and teeth are gone.

Mirror, oh, mirror, for the third time I ask.
Beware, I warn.
Answer as I wish or you’ll be pulverized.
I’ll chop you like an onion,
I’ll bake you with salt and pepper, cinnamon and cardamom.

Now mirror, oh, mirror tell me, who is the ugliest of them all?

It is you Milady, for you’re decrepit and old.
A burden to society, to be hidden and left alone.
None other can be my answer, I can only speak the truth.
Just grant me one last wish, before I meet my doom:
May you introduce a variation in your question,
my answer may please you more.

Ah, hey, hum, oh… A better question?
Mirror, oh, mirror tell me, who is the prettiest of them all?

It’s you Milady for you’re wise and ancient, an experienced soul,
for you sowed the seed of life and you fostered it with love.
For you walked the earth, you suffered your pain and sang your songs,
you’re an old woman,
let us all before you,
in reverence bow.


InNaPoWriMo update:

My dream, he did not comment.

White on black, you already know his mind.

Playfully was a win.

Mirror, oh, mirror: “It is a master piece, he uttered. Maybe we’ll earn some money out of this”.

Counter: 2 to 1, winning.

Playfully. InNaPoWriMo Day 3

music dwarfAn imaginary poem on your biscuit

I read to you today.

Playfully…

Surprised your heart

a smile gave birth.

Twinkling eyes, curly hair

thought for a while

looking far away.

Then your light and mine

into our eyes simply met…

“The biscuit sounds, you said

the music dwarf is there”.

Oh tiny child, oh babe

just 30 months from birth away!

Surprised my heart,

a smile gave birth.

An imaginary poem on my memory

you drew for me today.

Playfully…

 

 

 

Pride, no prejudice. Or why my boys wear flower crowns.

A paper moon, a fading sky.

Evanescent daylight.

Stilled mind opens the gap for a flower hunt.

moon in the kitchen sky
Accomplished the task, hidden mischief, back home we are.

Now scattered perfumes, melted beauty fills the kitchen´s heart.

Nature´s palette embellishing the table of the newborn night.

Also scissors, tape, cardboard (recycled pizza boxes, actually… pizza always inspired us).

natures pallette

In and out flows our breath.

Harmonious creativity, a silent path.

Suddenly the surprise.

Oh my!
A little king emerges,
precious nature’s jewels adorning his inner sky!

the flower jewel

– I love you mom, his petal whispers fall into the fountain of my heart.

A new day arrives, get the camera, go outside.
Catch the best of morning light.

Apples, cheese and bread.

A royal breakfast, pure simplicity.

Three little kings sit and chit-chat.

So young, so proud.

Fulfilled, satisfied, I wear my crown.

Ripe dream, let me be a queen.

– Here son, take a picture of mine.

I extend the camera to the older child.

He takes his time, presses the shooter, shows me his art.

There´s no queen to be seen.

That´s only me, a simple smiling mom.

the mother queen

His focus is in my eyes.

– How I love you son, whispering petals fall into the fountain in his heart…

Now, could you let me see a picture of me wearing the crown?

Click.

– There you are, mom. the queen´s crown

Maternity.

Fading beauty, eternally mine.

Maternity: fading beauty, eternally mine. (or why my boys wear flower crowns and feel proud).

A paper moon, a fading sky.

Evanescent daylight.

Stilled mind opens the gap for a flower hunt.

moon in the kitchen sky
Accomplished the task, hidden mischief, back home we are.

Now scattered perfumes, melted beauty fills the kitchen´s heart.

Nature´s palette embellishing the table of the newborn night.

Also scissors, tape, cardboard (recycled pizza boxes, actually… pizza always inspired us).

natures pallette

In and out flows our breath.

Harmonious creativity, a silent path.

Suddenly the surprise.

Oh my!
A little king emerges,
precious nature’s jewels adorning his inner sky!

the flower jewel

– I love you mom, his petal whispers fall into the fountain of my heart.

A new day arrives, get the camera, go outside.
Catch the best of morning light.

Apples, cheese and bread.

A royal breakfast, pure simplicity.

Three little kings sit and chit-chat.

So young, so proud.

Fulfilled, satisfied, I wear my crown.

Ripe dream, let me be a queen.

– Here son, take a picture of mine.

I extend the camera to the older child.

He takes his time, presses the shooter, shows me his art.

There´s no queen to be seen.

That´s only me, a simple smiling mom.

the mother queen

His focus is in my eyes.

– How I love you son, whispering petals fall into the fountain in his heart…

Now, could you let me see a picture of me wearing the crown?

Click.

– There you are, mom.  the queen´s crown