Words cannot express

When I lost my mother tongue I gave up my otherness It was important to me, once, I thought, to be different, to Avoid  the chameleon cloak of Conformity, the pull of belonging. When I lost my native language, I gave up the tribe to which I Was born, where I belong is Here, reflected…

Anagrams

Language, well at least until it succumbed to being written, was an unseen organism of communication. In its seen form it can be in black and white or colored print, and may have started as pictograms but has evolved over time. Language, whether in writing or spoken, is an evolving tool whose changes can be…

At the first

via Daily Prompt: Blush When first we fell in love, we were sure It would be forever, as if nothing could Separate us, like Romeo and Juliet, only We would not be duped into death as They were, ours would be a lifetime of Devotion, and there would be no compromise, No surprises at our…

The album

We will never be this young again We always knew that, but didn’t Believe it, until one day, looking At pictures of how we were, when   We were that young, smiling photos, The happiness blended with youth, We had to confess that time had Passed, happily and with the stealth   Of time slipping…

Revival

Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forget  and transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forget site to history. Truth is, I have a lot about which I wish to opine, and…

Ephemeral

I wish I could draw, I would tell you so much more Of the sky, the clouds, that low- Flying bi-plane overhead, I would paint you a vision of The ephemera of a cloud with a hole Showing blue and closing slowly Disappearing into itself, breaking Apart and floating like an island But soft and…

Language, language!

Lingua franca There are times I am gripped by what feels like a lingual fantasy. I can hear the words of a proverb in what was once my native, or at least first, language in my head, but I cannot form them. I am unable to repeat them even though they are on the tip of my…

Good parent, moderately bad parent

Parenting has very little to do with the way your child turns out, so you can relax. You don’t have that kind of influence. Parenting has a lot less to do with how and who we become as adults than people–especially parents– would like to think. Growing up is not directly related to events in…

Origins

Will the moment we learn with complete certainty where It all began, the origin of our universe, be the moment Life ends Will when we learn who we are and how we began be ourEnding?