When I think about myself
there is a deep brooding.
The day hangs heavy
no sound falls.
I see you,
shadows on the wall
just beyond my reaching.
Lying, thinking
I almost remember
when you came to me, unbidden.
Your smile, delicate
a young body, light,
your skin like dawn.
We saw beyond our seeming.
One innocent spring
it occurs to me now,
the dust of ancient pages.
A cento (poem made up of lines taken from other poems) written for NAPOWRIMO, the final day.
Every line in this poem, is the first line in one of Maya Angelou’s poems. The poems are listed below, in the order of their appearance:
When I Think About Myself
My Arkansas
Greyday
After
Thank You, Lord
Life Doesn’t Frighten Me
Slave Coffle
Alone
I Almost Remember
When You Come to Me
Woman Me
To Beat the Child Was Bad Enough
Passing Time
We Saw Beyond Our Seeming
Now Long Ago
Changing
Communication II: The Student
lillian the home poet 
Such a beautiful tribute, Lillian! Loved it ♥️
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Oh, Lillian, this is wonderful! 💕🙂
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Perfect poet and perfect cento, Lill!
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Wow – Lillian… you took an additional challenge upon yourself – only the FIRST line of every poem… that’s HARD!
❤
David
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Incredible and yes such a tribute and a great idea.
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