Poem: Cento for My Inner Child
A cento is a “patchwork” poem comprised of lines from other poets' poems with only some punctuation changed. I post new centos periodically to share what I'm reading and keep the creative wheels turning. Citations follow each poem. This is September 2021's installment:
Cento for My Inner Child
I, at last, had compassion for her;
combed the knots from her hair,
in the hopes that she's still breathing.
Little by little, mountains are climbed.
We keep having every day we imagine.
Citations:
1 From "How It Came About" on page 2 of Conversations at the Nursing Home by Deanna Shapiro.
2 From "Ann's Zest Ends" in Poetic Expressions in Nursing: Sharing the Caring by Susan J. Farese, MSN, RN
3 From "Amygdala" in Brainwaves: A Symphony of Frequencies by Nicole Avila
4 From "Things My Girlfriends Teach Me" on page 19 in What Kind of Woman by Kate Baer
5 From "imagine" on page 103 of Finna by Nate Marshall
Cento for My Inner Child
I, at last, had compassion for her;
combed the knots from her hair,
in the hopes that she's still breathing.
Little by little, mountains are climbed.
We keep having every day we imagine.
Citations:
1 From "How It Came About" on page 2 of Conversations at the Nursing Home by Deanna Shapiro.
2 From "Ann's Zest Ends" in Poetic Expressions in Nursing: Sharing the Caring by Susan J. Farese, MSN, RN
3 From "Amygdala" in Brainwaves: A Symphony of Frequencies by Nicole Avila
4 From "Things My Girlfriends Teach Me" on page 19 in What Kind of Woman by Kate Baer
5 From "imagine" on page 103 of Finna by Nate Marshall
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