Two-tongued –
speaking both heart and mind –
complex languages, whose nuances
I’ve never quite mastered, yet
am conversant in.
It’s a constant learning
to nail enunciation –
linguistics a tiresome topic
the mind,
a guttural language,
leans to equation and absolutes –
hard consonants and long vowels;
while heart-speak rolls
off the tongue in softer,
cooing syllables –
elongated tones and
whimsical passages.
I’d happily demonstrate
the extent of my proficiency
but the two-tongues,
are currently contradictory,
the clamour of their discord
drowning out the peace
requisite for translation.
One Woman's Quest 