Poetry Blogs (foreign)
‘At least your skin isn’t black’ as if that changes anything or makes it better.
I am still as foreign with my white skin. With my ‘funny sounding’ language,
in a country where people don’t understand the concept of knowing
different languages, where they know no other, except for their own.
One. And only.
Where I can’t spe...
Friday 10th May 2019 1:05 pm
I have always been a whole person
Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise
But I left the other part of me in foreign country
I love the way he says my name
With words and phrases I have heard before
But those that have not enlightened me until now
I can breathe around him, more than mere survival
I met him in a world where sum...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:19 pm
This poetical rumination reflects my own ambivalence, as an immigrant to Australia almost half a century ago, towards my Australian existence. Is one's life largely the result of mere serendipity or is it, at least partially, malleable in our own hands?
Shall I reject a life lead so far
from home? Or lament the existential negligence
of fifty years I did not ha...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 1:44 pm