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 theseย dictionaries
to each other

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to language

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Nicely said Susan. I like the thumbing and fumbling.

  2. BroadBlogs says:

    So well put. I totally feel it.

  3. 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.

  4. Well you put libraries in my head somehow: I can see the connection… ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. 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…

  6. nelle says:

    Territory in which my feeble brain would be lost. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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