Wandering
looking for home
got lost
lost again
turning in circles
unlisted number
soul searching
chanting my mantra,
I’ve come home
© Tournesol ‘14
Most people are bi-cultural or multicultural…let’s face it. In North America we are are blended in that huge melting pot. What IS interesting is how one identifies himself. I sometimes envy French Québecois who feel so sure of their identity. My mother always presented herself as a bilingual Canadian. I guess that is the only way I can see myself too. I cherish both languages/cultures that have woven the tapestry of who I am today.
lonely soapbox,
sometimes my views get
lost in translation
*
on the fence
each side
tears me apart
© Tournesol ‘14
This last one was just having fun thinking of Kerouac’s road trip for almost a month when he wrote On the Road.
six day bender
sex, love and rock ‘n roll,
day of rest
© Tournesol ‘14
This is a great post … know what you mean about not having a single clear identity to refer back to. Feel more or less like that myself. Loved the series of haiku ponderings. Bien fait!
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Grazie bella!! glad you can relate.
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Reblogged this on Writer's Work Lab.
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I just now noticed the reblog…merci, Paulette!!
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