(image credit: Ghislain Bonneau)
Mother tongue
the thought permeates my being
a language shared by all
emotions infuse me
a kaleidoscope of swirling
colors and images
visible
but just outside comprehension
sounds audible
but indistinguishable
shadows
excitement
to be reconnected
understood
buoyed
on the brink of something
forgotten
bold as time
a lost language
ours to claim
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Love that last line. It tells us how even the mysterious is in reach. =)
I like your comment, Redgladiola! I liked the last line too, such a strong determination to claim this lost language and to have us feel it is entirely possible and within reach.