I have learned you
as a second language
and am not yet fluent
in your tangles of nuance
I misspeak more than I speak
stumble over heady consonants
with multiple meanings
it is not so much what is said
as how it is spoken
that translates me
so here we sit
thumbing and fumbling
through these dictionaries
to each other
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Awesome
Oh, thank you!
Nicely said Susan. I like the thumbing and fumbling.
Thank you, Trent 😉
This is nice, Susan
Thanks so much, Celestine!
So well put. I totally feel it.
Thank you, Georgia.
You capture something really profound here about personal relationships: being close to someone does require us to learn a new and unique language. One of the most devastating things about a break-up for me is what to do with the ‘library’ when I have no use for it anymore… Thank you…this made me think and feel.
Oh, thank you so much Hmmm–you are making me think of book burnings 😉
Well you put libraries in my head somehow: I can see the connection… 🙂
Yes, I agree–and after the breakup, you need to do a huge, toasty bonfire–I will bring the marshmallows 😉
I like it. Marshmallows = excellent break up food 😉
Yes–even better as s’mores, for the chocolate buzz. Now you have me thinking. Where is the heart listed in the card catalog?
oh my book burning? libraries? card catalogs? be still my librarian heart..
not so much what is said but HOW.. oh yes. Boy Susan sometimes you really just nail it for me. Sigh
Audra–thank you so much. Of course, no actual books would ever be harmed…. Only metaphorical ones 😉
Glad you liked this one.
P.S. Oddest thing ever, when I broke up with my last and lovely library, and he left, taking my heart with him, I found myself actually doing his part in conversations with other people in my head, cracking all the inappropriate jokes that he might have cracked etc etc…eventually I weaned myself off it: bittersweet…
Ah, that’s love for you–we let that heart loose and it flies away singing–treacherous beast that it is. I actually wrote a little something about that very thing happening to me. Those loves are the hardest to recover from. Took me a long time before I could write this one–about 20 years 😉
https://susandanielspoetry.com/2012/05/24/losingloss/
Wow. I love this. The idea of your heart migrating to his shoulder…simply beautiful…
Aw, thank you. Your description of your last reminded me of that so vividly.
Territory in which my feeble brain would be lost. 😉
Oh, mine too–always.