"When she was three, she was forced north…
She lost her Georgian accent!
Not long after, when she learned to walk, she had to use her running force!
New words and phrases started to fill her mind as familiar words and food became absent!
Her new words and sounds began to grow like her hair and she turned her back on her old land…
The mother tongue disappeared under the moonlight…
New pronunciation, vocabulary and lifestyle became her new amends.
She was happy, but sad to lose words that disappeared every day like the old night!
If she could have found her words under the new sun,
She would have eaten them all with joy!
She would have swallowed them like a honey bun…
She would not forget their tasty recipe that she would enjoy!
She wanted her old tongue back; but she was laughing a lot with her new sounds…
She loved her Georgian accent but she just got used to life on her newly discovered ground."
"re-draft poem"
re-re-re-drafting challenge
PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:
Hello Lovely Person! This is a poem number 17! It is an original work of PoetiKonstellation. The creative style and idea also belong to PoetiKonstellation. However, the original idea belongs to Jackie Kay. Her poem called “Old Tongue” is the basis of this re-draft. Honestly, re-drafting poetry feels strange, because when we read poems we simply do it for enjoyment, but when we re-draft someone’s poem, we start feeling the author, it’s like we become part of their drama or happiness for the re-drafting time; especially, if their poetry resonates in some way with our life, then the bond deepens in a sense that we can’t explain but only transmit through our new poem, where our new words say different things but still convey some emotions or ideas of the original work. In the official poem the author remembers her struggle to lose her Scottish accent and her words…PoetiKonstellation fully understands her, because the more languages we speak the better we feel, especially, when we travel or have the possibility to read more books, watch more movies and learn to cook delicious dishes from countries where those languages are spoken. Yet when we lose our mother tongue or replace it as in the case of Kay or PoetiKonstellation, we not only experience the loss of a language but perhaps, we also lose part of our culture and our roots… Many people and families migrate from the places where a different language is spoken. Then, they struggle to pass it on to their children and other generations… Sometimes we lose more than one mother tongue across generations, and we cannot guarantee in this globalized world that tomorrow our children or grandchildren or their grandchildren… will speak the language that we speak fluently… But perhaps, it’s also good, because nothing is stagnant and we must always evolve! Dear Reader, what do you think about losing your mother tongue? How would you feel if your future generations did not speak your language? However, no matter what language we speak, the most important thing is how we feel! Love is beauty! Love and beauty! Peace is a new form of joy! Love and Peace! Laugh, Dream, Love!
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