Sunday, June 21, 2009

One Single Impression -- Assimilation

Chameleon

in each new place
she changed
picking up the local
cadences,
vocabulary,
like protective coloring
she went native.

©sgreerpitt
Sunday June 21, 2009

Semi-autobiographical.

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17 comments:

Jeeves said...

Went native...Words have been wonderfully assimilated.

Beth P. said...

Wow, Sue--
Like this--it surprised me. I guess if you assimilate enough, you will go native. Hm...thanks for this thoughtful piece!

anthonynorth said...

Excellently done. It reminded me a bit of myself, moving round a lot, and always assimilating, to a point, to where I was.

Quiet Paths said...

Very cool piece. This is exactly how I became when I was learning a new language. I traveled to the place and... assimilated. It worked great.

The Dark Lord said...

Excellent theme! Loved your poem.

Tammie Lee said...

Native is such a wonderful approach compared to 'fitting in'. Wonderful piece.

SandyCarlson said...

I have done this. Saves so much hassle!

gautami tripathy said...

When in Rome, do as the Romans do..

It works!

Liked yours.

stolen from the air

Fledgling Poet said...

I loved this...and could really relate. I grew up as an Army brat, and 'went native' many times as we moved from place to place.

joy said...

in my earlier years i, too, have become native to many areas that weren't home. native, that is an excellent term, think of all you are native too.

Maggie said...

Change can bring changes...

fourwindsphotojournal said...

Well, the ultimate form of fitting in, don't you think? I do know someone who has done that, though.

Tumblewords: said...

Amazing how that takes place...naturally... Excellent!

gabrielle said...

this is so familiar. how the new becomes native. you begin to dream in the language of place.

for me more a longing to see with new eyes than a desire to blend

Pam said...

I have joined you in this journey. Growing up on the West Coast and living all over the country I find my language always in flux.

zoya gautam said...

lovely

Edward S Gault said...

It's nice to be able to adjust that easily-I wish I coud do that!
Nice poem.