invited for dinner upstairs


Speaking Portuguese

Portugal may be the country
But we are not natives and
Have not any mother tongue
Between us to share...
Yet we manage to arrange
Tables and food and smiles.
Three women with men gone
To death or work or homes far
Miles away and missed.

We speak in Portuguese
Knowing we are sisters together
Nicely lisping the language to
Laugh at our pronunciations.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-23 at 02:49

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Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
The communality of thought, death, love and family is not specific to culture. Loss whether it is permanent or not, has its own universal language that is spoken the same by all. It is the one thing that never gets lost in the translation.
2011-10-07



All this cosmopolitanism is depressing as hell to me. My only conversations are with Sam, and the sad thing is . . . he answers.
2011-09-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The simple pleasure of companionship.

You'd know better than I, but Portuguese Portuguese always sounded to me like German being spoken by a Spaniard. Brazilian Portuguese seems not so harsh.
2011-09-24



listening to Britons talking Portuguese would make me laugh i guess ah ah ah
2011-09-24


Sid Gardner
Ola Linda. Tudo bem. Nossa quanto tempo. O meu hovercraft esta cheio de enguias. Tenha um bom dia.

The poem wasn't half bad either....
2011-09-24


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Jenks...
I know nothing about your 'mother tongue" but must say
you write damned good in English

Enjoyed your poem

xxx Stan
2011-09-23


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Good food, community and wine are the common constituents of most languages; and the most sensual! Many times over the years in my travels I've had the occasional lovely pleasure of dining in restaurants with people at contiguous tables with no common language being shared other than the dishes served. What would begin as a lonely meal ended as a laughing memorable evening with warm hugs and pleasant goodbyes.
2011-09-23


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
I too was often in that situation in my career and travels . . . good food, good wine and good friends, and rather than Babel a kind of common language of gestures and phrases, a shared intimacy of emotions expressed openly on faces, a communication and communion all the more meaningful and nuanced for not having to think about just the right words.
2011-09-23


Neelima
Yeah...I too live in a place where the spoken language is foreign to me and its exactly the way you described...
2011-09-23