#SurvivalStories2021 Adult Books Lifespan of a Reader Poetry Poetry Friday Reading Themes

[Poetry Friday] “A New Language” by Casandra Lopez

"My words are always collapsing upon themselves..." - Casandra Lopez

Myra here.

Thank you to Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect for hosting this week.

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When The Light Of The World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through edited by Joy Harjo with Leanne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster, and Contributing Editors (Amazon | Book Depository)

There are two books that I dip in and out of for our #SurvivalStories2021 reading theme: the one by Lucille Clifton and this collection edited by Joy Harjo. Allow me to share another poem that managed to find me at the right time. This one is written by Casandra Lopez, a Chicana and California Indian writer.

What new language does your old bones convey to you, as they shift and turn, confined inside your flesh?

What do you mourn? What do you remember? What do you celebrate?

Myra is a Teacher Educator and a registered clinical psychologist based in Al Ain, United Arab Emirates. Prior to moving to the Middle East, she lived for eleven years in Singapore serving as a teacher educator. She has edited five books on rediscovering children’s literature in Asia (with a focus on the Philippines, Malaysia, India, China, Japan) as part of the proceedings for the Asian Festival of Children’s Content where she served as the Chair of the Programme Committee for the Asian Children’s Writers and Illustrators Conference from 2011 until 2019. While she is an academic by day, she is a closet poet and a book hunter at heart. When she is not reading or writing about books or planning her next reads, she is hoping desperately to smash that shuttlecock to smithereens because Badminton Is Life (still looking for badminton courts here at UAE - suggestions are most welcome).

7 comments on “[Poetry Friday] “A New Language” by Casandra Lopez

  1. maryleehahn

    My old bones are learning a new word for the opposite of exhaustion.
    Thank you for the mourn/remember/celebrate writing prompt. I’ll keep those answers in my writer’s notebook for today! 🙂

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  2. This is a new poet to me. Thank you for sharing this poem with us today.

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  3. Thanks for introducing me to this new poet. Made me think of the “language” that I have in those deep memories as the poet describes. I wrote down this prompt.

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  4. As you might see from the poem I wrote & shared today, there are not enough words to say what I’m feeling. What new language will we find? Thanks, Myra, it’s a beautiful poem.

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  5. My old bones are feeling the language of sadness as I have heard of several Covid deaths within families I know this week.

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  6. What a beautiful poem! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com

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  7. Karen Edmisten

    “One with at least 50 words for grief and 50 words for love, so I can offer them to the living who mourn the dead.”

    Wow. This just bowled me over.
    Thank you, Myra.

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