Poem -
Without culture, words are cheap
When I learnt the Bahasa
I severed an artery
In its place
A new culture was grafted in
Two hearts beating
But bitterness would cause one heart to die
It wasn't going to be mine
And so I pulled away
Floated to another ocean
And now my heart beats
In the silence of another blood
A lone hand pulsing
Listening out for another heart
That clapping might be heard
Once more before I dissolve
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Ah! would like to know about my culture? I like "listening out for another heart!"
Love this! An amazing analogy of escape... I feel like there's more to this than you let on... I`d love to hear about your Journey poet friend. Kind regards. The Fish of the Sea.
"more to this than you let on" 😆 Most certainly. I married into an Indonesian family (after learning the language fluently) but we didn't manage to survive the transplant. Now I am exploring a new language (Malayalam), as I lived in Kerala for 2 years. But I don't yet feel the culture of Malabar (can't get into its rhythm), even though I am absolutely infatuated with the language and rich history. I am hoping that soon I will be in rhythm with both the language and culture. If that fails, I would go back to polishing up my Arabic instead. 😅 Welcome to my life.
That's so cool! Very hectic, so interesting though, gives a bit more insight into the source of your poems, could never learn a second language at all lol... Probably didn't concentrate enough in school XD. Kind regards. The Fish of the Sea.