A ‘Garland’ Shadorma
I've returned from imposed exile that my child may belong that she never need reclaim a lost legacy even as freedom's native son belonging eludes me pulled between societies nearly stretched to shreds homeland-born never asked to be raised away far, so far, from grandparents, aunts, cousins from my truest self the worst- was not realizing that I was a stranger navigating my life through a foreign culture as a child with home so distant my mind was wholly filled with romantic ideas inherited hopes adulthood realizing dreams new viewpoints painful blows having what I thought I knew shattered; built anew I've returned freedom's native son raised abroad a stranger with romantic ideas shattered; built anew
The ‘Garland’ Shadorma was created by Sylvia Cognac, modeled after the ‘Garland’ Cinquain. Essentially, it is a Shadorma series of seven stanzas, with the seventh and final stanza being composed of lines from all six previous stanzas.
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55 thoughts on “Shattered, or: Built anew”
This is incredibly moving and deep!! 💖💖💖
🖤🙏🏻 Sanaa 🙏🏻🖤 ~ thank you so very much.
both moving and sadly touching.. love the repeat! 💗
BTW – since you turned off comments on your last post – I love the collage and poetry! ❤
Thank you so much Dear David! ❣️
Having chosen this after living elsewhere makes it all the more meaningful.
💕🙏🏻 Merril 🙏🏻💕
Although these immigrant communities of exiles and refugees are more tightly knitted.
Well not all, but with certain nationals they are able to form a home away from home and in so doing pass on traditions, culture way of living and ultimate build a legacy outside of the country.
My tummy knots as you write about these feelings of being torn between two worlds.
Yet oft when thinking of motherland for many it is a charred mess, why go home, to do what.
What a privilege to travel and to return to a safe country, a warm and comforting bed. Family and friends there to welcome, eager to listen to your globe trotting stories. A bright contrast to leaving home with uncertainty
And after so many years
That strangeness feelings can be sooo overwhelming
Starting anew, it ain’t easy David.
Haven’t you posted this one before?
🤎🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻🤎 ~ yes, I have! Every two weeks, I repost an older poem for the d’Verse community.
Thanks for the kindness and empathy ❤️
Oh, I’m so pleased with my memory
I thought I felt this one before
You are more than welcome ❤
The emotional thread that strings these together is marvelous!
💗🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻💗
A moving write, David. 💗
🤍🙏🏻 Michele 🙏🏻🤍
This type of life is like traveling in two boats. Not easy to maintain the balance.
❤️🙏🏻 Sadje 🙏🏻❤️ ~ a perfect analogy
It’s a saying in urdu. I’ve some experience of it via my 13 year old grandson who spent 5+ years in the US and has to reacquaint himself with our language and culture
BTW, is Urdu only the name of the language?
Yes, it only the name. It’s spoken in India and Pakistan. In Pakistan it’s our national language
What an interesting story of your life experiences. Interesting that you are embedding your daughter in her roots. Do you think there might be a possibility she will grow up and head out into the world far from home?
💜🙏🏻 Dwight 🙏🏻💜 ~ yes, of course there is!
The circle of life though I can relate with moving to another country in my later life. Thanks for sharing!
💙🙏🏻 Grace 🙏🏻💙
It’s never simple. Filled with emotional resonance. (K)
💚🙏🏻 Kerfe 🙏🏻💚 ~ thanks!