I have the Feeling
I can’t express in words
my love and gratitude to Mom;
they get too crowded
at the vocal cords confluence ,
unable to be pronounced;
but I trust
our distance telepathic waves
for working well,
with no disconnection;
I often stop by to feed her memory
with old times video clips,
balsamic elixir for old ages,
gently touching her forehead;
I have the Feeling
that I can see Mom coming
on my doorstep,
getting reversibly younger …
with blooming snowdrops
at her temples;
Just a hug, Mom,
to feel your pulse,
to hear your voice
to cure your loneliness,
to build bridges over the ocean
Do you feel, Mom?
Call me on my name
My name is Latin,
please, pronounce it Latin
I want to hear its distinctive sounds;
It’s my identity, my right of existence,
my connection to my native land,
a whisper from my universe to tame the distances;
it’s my pride of heritage,
a blend with Mom’s voice,
a vital need of Eastern sunshine
My vowels and consonants
are crying for recognition,
are thirsty of being heard
Please ,call me on my name
as I call on yours the way it is…
The Present Continuous Thought
IS that of balancing through unknown,
of overlapping times and reschedule the internal clock;
two continents like slices of watermelon
welcoming the sunrise and rainbow colors;
IS that of living in two worlds
and expressing yourself in different languages;
two identities broken to pieces
recreating a puzzle;
IS a continuous river flowing through your body
with sediments of consciousness and unconsciousness
feeding the memory, adding sparkles ,delights,
reconstructing seasons;
IT’S an entity of measuring life , experiences,
native places ,foreign lands…
a type of mechanism for registering someone’s internal clock,
heart pulsations, breathing in a new world.
Laura Mason / Nova Scotia
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Laura Mason 11/24/2008 |
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