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Conflicting Traditions
My boisterous Moscow mind,
Has a meticulous D.C. side.
I hear the whispers and the chuckles,
I close my mouth and bite my tongue.
I understand I can't express myself properly,
I cannot correlate an English word to its definition to make sense.
My infallible Istra heart has lived as such,
But has shown a more belligerent American touch.
As my frustration mounts,
My tongue is losing all discipline.
Yet I sit here and try to keep myself composed,
For it is between me and God when I lay my head down on my pillow.
Has a meticulous D.C. side.
I hear the whispers and the chuckles,
I close my mouth and bite my tongue.
I understand I can't express myself properly,
I cannot correlate an English word to its definition to make sense.
My infallible Istra heart has lived as such,
But has shown a more belligerent American touch.
As my frustration mounts,
My tongue is losing all discipline.
Yet I sit here and try to keep myself composed,
For it is between me and God when I lay my head down on my pillow.
Published 16th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
16th Feb 2013 8:48pm
Well put, M.
Lovely poem, please pen on.
Thanks for sharing :-)
Cheers
Tidespotter
Ps. And a rolling welcome to this cool site!
Have lots of fun....
Lovely poem, please pen on.
Thanks for sharing :-)
Cheers
Tidespotter
Ps. And a rolling welcome to this cool site!
Have lots of fun....
16th Feb 2013 10:30pm
Well expressed and you wrote this feeling
well, I hope you settle and enjoy DC, I am far
Away in Australia but with technology we are nearer,
Best wishes
Ricecake
well, I hope you settle and enjoy DC, I am far
Away in Australia but with technology we are nearer,
Best wishes
Ricecake
17th Feb 2013 3:20am
