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…

Quiet and peaceful

Sitting as old men do Holding court with Memories, sharing both Wisdom and nonsense From a life fully lived Yet far from complete Never accepting blame or Regrets, but sitting in Tranquility, peaceful Still yet like the river with An undercurrent, there is News mixing with opinions All that need to be expressed And heard….

Do you remember this?

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me Some memories amuse, others confuse, some Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I Have not served truth or justice, not…

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…

Mirror image

Mirrors, like memory, both reflect and distort The image fuzzy or clear, made larger or smaller As we do in remembering slights and complements In complimenting our past, we look as thtough a Glass at what was or might have been equally both Reflected and distorted, sometimes larger, sometimes Smaller, behind us and ahead, never…

Smiley face!

My history with smiling is fraught. As a teen, I presented dour and had teachers telling me to smile at every turn of the corridors. Despite the presentation, I am actually a very happy type. Imagine my delight when my husband discovered an emoji in our wash basin. His delight was even greater, but he…

Grab a pencil!

via Discover Challenge: Transcript No, wait, no one uses those anymore. People make notes in their Notepad, which is on a device in a virtual application of some sort or other for use on Android, Windows or Mac. This means that that chances that there is a transcript of proceedings or thoughts are minimal. Of course,…

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…

Memory

I envy you, remembering The addresses of your childhood I remember nothing, not even Grudges or the names of  Friends and neighbors If memory is all we have I have only you and our years Together, I remember all that Every touch, every tender moment Memories like that are my blessing My consolation for all…