Childhood Place







I am an island girl
For wherever I put
My two feet on the earth
I am surrounded by water

And my spirit is free...

ninot, 10th September 1991





 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
On the rooftops
Dreams soar
Across time
Through unknown doors

I see a cat
In a forgotten town
Why is he sad
Why does he frown

My hand reaches out
In it, a fiddle
Do not doubt
Fantasy's miracle

My cat smiles
He dances a tune
After a while
He sings to the moon...

ninot, 10th august 1991




A song from my childhood
Flirts around with me
And little does it know
It hurts terribly...

ninot, 10th June 1988

I vaguely remember curtains with Degas ballerinas
in my childhood...but how can that be?

 
 
words by ninotaziz. all rights reserved


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These are mymemories from my childhood in Hobart, Tasmania.

Old old poems - yes I have been writing for so long, I have poetry 20 to 30 years old. I am no longer that girl whose dreams soar through unknown doors. Or, am I?

Thank you Pamela for the prompt at dVerse that took me back in time and Tess Kincaid at Magpietales who reminds me of the beaches of my childhood. 


 
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32 comments:

  1. Brian MillerMarch 8, 2013 at 3:16 AM

    smiles...this sounds like a cool memory to go back to....hey diddle diddle...i would hope your dreams still soar at times....smiles.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 8, 2013 at 8:16 AM

    Ha! I have poems over 50 years old! I love these glimpses into your childhood. The ballerina curtains sound intriguing.......

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  3. Kathy ReedMarch 8, 2013 at 9:42 AM

    Thanks for sharing these poems...they tell us so much about your home, your origins, and hold true today..I'm glad you had magic ;)

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  4. ClaudiaMarch 8, 2013 at 10:14 AM

    nice..i much like the being surrounded by water..over here where i live the ocean is far away...very cool memories..thanks for sharing a bit of your childhood with us

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    1. ninotazizMarch 11, 2013 at 11:26 PM

      We are surrounded by water here, all the time, and die a little bit when we do not see the sea for too long, Claudia.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 8, 2013 at 11:17 AM

    Just love the carefree feel of a childhood full of imagination...the genesis of a poet!

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    1. ninotazizMarch 11, 2013 at 11:28 PM

      Dear Victoria, I am sure there were scary and lonely moments in my childhood. But these come shining through. Thank you!

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  6. AnonymousMarch 8, 2013 at 12:47 PM

    Beautiful, wistful, poignant.

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  7. flaubertMarch 8, 2013 at 12:49 PM

    nino, thanks for sharing these childhood memories. I believe the child always stays with us. At least I hope so. It is so nice to see you joining in.

    Pamela

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    1. ninotazizMarch 11, 2013 at 11:31 PM

      Thank you Pamela. I really enjoyed this foray into my past.

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  8. brudbergMarch 8, 2013 at 1:54 PM

    What a beautiful travel in time.

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    1. ninotazizMarch 11, 2013 at 11:32 PM

      It is there,Bjorn, in my mind - sounds, sights, smells.

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  9. kaykualaMarch 9, 2013 at 6:00 PM

    Ninot Ma'am,
    It's such a joy to relate back to faraway places for the moment in time. The writings are superb when the feelings are great. Pity, the earliest I have dates back just a few years! Wonderful write Ma'am!

    Hank

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    1. ninotazizMarch 11, 2013 at 11:33 PM

      We all started at some point, Sir Hank! That is what is important :-)

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  10. anthonynorthMarch 12, 2013 at 1:45 AM

    Memories definitely worth revisiting. Beautiful.

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  11. hyperCRYPTICalMarch 12, 2013 at 2:03 AM

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories.

    Do so love the first.

    Anna :o]

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    1. ninotazizMarch 12, 2013 at 6:50 AM

      Dear Anna,
      Realisation came late to me that I was born on an island. Being a city girl for so long, I was always looking out to nature, to the seas. Suddenly it hit me - Tasmania is an island!

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  12. HeidiMarch 12, 2013 at 4:44 AM

    These are beautiful! I especially like the first one. We went to the beach every summer and it is still the place where I feel most at home. The first poem reminded me of that. Thanks for the wonderful read!

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  13. Silent Otto March 12, 2013 at 6:01 AM

    Hey thanks for letting us ride that time travelling wave with you, Nino

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    1. ninotazizMarch 13, 2013 at 11:02 AM

      Thank you Kutamun - yes it was kind of like time traveling. I haven't been back to Tasmania ever since.

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  14. Carrie Van HornMarch 13, 2013 at 10:54 AM

    The beautiful song of youth!...Truly lovely Ninot!
    :-)

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    1. ninotazizMarch 13, 2013 at 11:04 AM

      Thanks dearest Carrie. Your latest spade of poetry resonates with humanity...

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  15. ninotazizMarch 13, 2013 at 11:03 AM

    I would love to read your Italian poems, Loredana. I can still manage some Italian, and have my Italian dictionary handy :)

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  16. Tess KincaidMarch 13, 2013 at 11:22 AM

    Gorgeous memories...

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  17. ~T~March 18, 2013 at 10:19 AM

    It's good to get out the old poems sometimes. I hope your spirit it still free!

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  18. ~T~March 18, 2013 at 10:20 AM

    It's good to get out the old poems sometimes. I hope your spirit is still free!

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