Senryus about those
capricious creatures that rule
over our lives - our moms.
Studying. My phone
beeps, I look at it - mom says,
- "you've been texting! " Argh!
Mom: "Why is it - that
everything is on the floor? "
Me: *thinking*... "gravity? "
"SORRY! , how could I
know answering your question
would be talking back? ? "
My mom can hear me
mumble a mile away but
can't hear me yell "what"?
You have a perfect name ANAIS. It's almost a short poem, even shorter than a senryu, but it has a musical flow. It is like a dance movement, an infectious song that lingers in memory, a message of good will. I only know one other person with the name Anais - the cosmopolitan writer Anais Nin, who wrote a lifelong diary from which she made a series of novels in the 1940s-50s. I believe your personality has riches and woders, and poems give you an outlet.
Moms and dads can be crazy at times, but however so, they bear an ocean of love for us in their hearts. Loved your poem. It is an admixture; of a bit of humor, a bit of anger and a lot of love for your mom. Best wishes, young poet! Keep writing, you have a long way to go! Happy writing!
Beautiful lament. Trouble is you are going to be a mum. Tell us when you do so we can see how you are faring. Lovl. Mothers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound poem. Rulers of live are also carer and lover. Nicely thought.5**